I sense impending meltdown in the Mama Containment System, meltdown along the lines of "I spend hours every day cleaning up this house and I am tired of explicitly spelling out exactly what other people need to pick up ... if you knock over a full container of pens and pencils, the answer is to pick it up, not to wait for me to come along later and remind you... and if that bin of bakugans gets dumped out one more time today..."
You know, that kind of meltdown.
Meanwhile, in semi-related related news, I have taken the snow pants off the coat rack and back down to the basement. I'm hoping the fact that I have offered a sign to the universe that I have accepted the fact that it will not snow this winter... well, I'm hoping it brings on a blizzard.
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In honor, respect and sympathy, I am taking our snow pants downstairs as well. Let's see what old man winter can do to us now.
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