This week, friends, has nearly done me in. I survived; only to live for next week when I will surely and officially be done in. There were several layer of chaos and madness, which I've already covered in previous entires.
I think it is best not to rehash the past.
In that spirit, I will tell you that right now my oldest child is close to total break trying to find special containers for the Ninja Creamie, so she can make ice cream mix to blend tomorrow night. Of course, the special containers are missing. I am not the frequent unloader of the dishwasher, therefore I cannot help her. My children and husband unload the dishwasher. As a result, most items are not in logical locations. They will all deny creating this situation, first placing the blame on one another and then, quickly, placing the blame on me and saying "Then you empty the dishwasher." Then they will stomp away. And the next day they will empty the dishwasher again.
Anyway, my daughter's really irritated. Now, I am irritated, my son is irritated, my husband is irritated and my mother who lives in an apartment attached to our kitchen is probably irritated through her wall.
My middle isn't home; but I am sure she feels the irritation vibes through the air.
I think this sums up the week nicely, each of us have tried to do nice or fun things only to be thwarted by some roadblock or missing item (yesterday I had to look for my purse for 10 minutes and when I found it, the strap immediately broke). It is the time of year when everything feels like too much and then one more thing is added . We don't have any choice in the manner--I suppose we could just give up and become recluses. These are the things we must do to be part of the lives we've built.
But, of course, lost items can always be found. The ice cream container and lid was just discovered. Irritation can lift with a deep breath and we can all live for another week and maybe, just maybe not be done in.