Word Vomit

If you've seen the movie "Mean Girls," you know what I mean by the term "word vomit." Sometimes, you just have to get something out. Purging it out here meant my friends were all spared a recitation of my woes. They likely appreciate that!

So I've decided that I'm the most pathetic individual on the planet. Due to a couple of very long hour days, I can't clock in until 11 am. I know. Woe is me.

However, I got to the office at 7:45 am. Yep. I'm just hanging out. Reading the paper. Eating a bowl of oatmeal and drinking my coffee. Reading blogs and posting to mine. Checking out the various message boards I belong to. All in an effort to avoid my own home.

It is a disaster. Really. Just horribly dirty. I can't move anywhere without tripping over something someone else should have picked up but left for me to do instead. I'll likely spend Friday evening and most of Saturday cleaning. I think I'm just taking the passive/aggressive role here. I live with one grown man and two teenagers (three if my daugher's boyfriend is still with us). I'm not the only one who can wash dishes (I'm just the one with the least time to do it). I'm not the only one who can do laundry, but I will continue to do that as I like things to go to their rightful owner. My daughter has a tendency to take my clothes.

So. Here I am. Hanging out in my office as the lesser of two evils. I need a new life!