Not the world's greatest homecoming
I get home and both kids are fast asleep in the living room. The house looks like a cyclone struck it. It reeks of cat because a certain Girl didn't do the litter box, no matter how many times I asked her too. PU. I HATE that smell. The Boy didn't do his laundry, thus I couldn't do my laundry. So not a happy camper. I got yelled at immediately because they were tired and I wanted them to get up and clean up their messes. Dirty dishes from last week are gross. I don't want to see them. Period.
Then I try to get online and the FIOS is dead. I have to deal with that. Get it back up and running to see that the Wall Street Journal has picked up my banana complaint post. Interesting!
Plus, I have to arrange with a friend to pick up the Girl and take her to her house to get all her stuff she left over there. Girl is furious with me because I won't drive her hither and yon. I'm not up to driving yet. I really don't think I should drive for a few days, or even longer.
But then again, I'm HOME. With a blocked up toilet that doesn't seem to want to be plunged, a sink full of dirty dishes, a stack of laundry a mile high, a million bills to pay, and dinner to cook. Welcome home to me!
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