Thoughts while unpacking...

• We have entirely too much crap.
• I can't find any of the useful crap.
• I have four boxes of lasagna noodles. Why?
• I have 874 boxes of jello. WTF?
• My children have turned boredom into an art form.
• My children do NOT, when bored, take kindly to being told that I have boxes that they can unpack.
• SugarPlum has learned not to say, "There's nothing to do."
• She now says, "Is there something fun I can do?"
• So I made her sweep and clean the baseboards and vents.
• Oddly enough, the boys got jealous of her "fun" and started cleaning the vents as well.
• Then they fought over who got to Swiffer the floors.
• My boys each have eleventy thousand billion pairs of socks. (give or take a million)
• I am remembering that in the Spring, I could never find a pair of socks for the both of them.
• Where did all the damn socks come from?
• We are going to have to replace the ovens. Like NOW.
• The ovens in the kitchen now are approximately 125 years old.
• Yes, that means that they predate the house by a good eighty years.
• I keep trying to finish the TXU post, but I can't seem to gather my thoughts enough to make it coherent.
• My husband leaves in 19 days.
• I need to refill my Xanax.
• And buy more vodka.
• Laundry is done. Must fold & put away. I'm determined to not let it get out of control.
• Let's all hold our breaths on that, shall we?