Monkling’s Blog

What blows? What just sucks big time? When your son is leaving the country for years and the only night he can go out and do something with his sister, just the 2 of them is tonight. Only she can’t go because she has to leave in a few minutes to pick up her friend (who is staying here with us for a week) from the airport.

And do you want to know what’s really sweet? Steve’s going with Theresa to the airport so they can get to spend some time together after all.

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It is not one of my favorite activities, however, since we don’t have a housekeeper, I have no choice but to clean every once in a while. Cleaning seems to be such a Sisyphus-like task. Five minutes after I clean, the dog is shedding globs of hair all over the place or one of the kids has all sorts of books, papers and clothing strewn about the house.

Yesterday, it wasn’t the kids or the dog who did in my kitchen. I had gone grocery shopping and was carrying in all the bags. One went flying. It had yogurt in it. Not the cheap kind but the more expensive, really good Greek kind. The container hit the floor and exploded. Yogurt flew everywhere. White globs on the floor, on the counter, all over the place. Amazingly, there wasn’t any on the ceiling. I guess yogurt doesn’t have the ability to jump quite as high as other substances that have been spilled in that kitchen. (I’ve seen spaghetti sauce do a complete turn around a 90 degree corner.)

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