Day 21-29...wtf in the key of E...

Dear anybody with more energy than me and an absurd amount of money,

Please come take over for a good solid month.  I would still like to spend time with my husband, dog and kids...but on a beach...at a place where kids have their own supervised activities as well, so that I can feel at peace as I sleep, eat, drink, and read on the beach (between sessions of surf lessons or just boogy boarding) knowing that they are learning to swim with dolphins, or surf, or snorkle, or make something out of a wonderful seashell that cannot come back through customs.

And may there be a dog hotel that makes our pooch feel spoils that surpass the joy of laying next to me in the sand on a leash.  And while we are away for said month, may there be a magic fairy that cleans our home from top to bottom, organizes all things and makes us feel like we are entering a new home upon return.  Or better, yet...it could be a new home in a crime free neighborhood with sidewalks and garages and everything moved.

I do have so much to be thankful for, and realize the spoiled attitude of the above comment, but it's where my head goes when my reality has been the following:

I feel the past week it is best sung in the following medley...

Starting with the tune of...Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head...

"Glassware keeps falling on my head,
Slid off the middle shelf and toppled to the floor,
Shards are evermore...
So, glassware keeps falling all around it keeps falling

We're out of cups.
This sucks.
We can now drink from our soup bowls
Got my wishes
Far less dishes
And think, I had not yet had my coffee
Eeeeeeeee"

And then mixing in a bit of "Pressure" by David Bowie...

"LOTS OF VOMIT!
Coming down on me, coming down on me, yup it's just me.
LOTS OF VOMIT! Falling from one child, and then another child, while you're asleep.

The sheets are disgusting, and bedding is crusting, I think I might run away now....

but

THERE'S MORE VOMIT!
Coming down on me, coming down on me, yup it's just me.
LOTS OF VOMIT! Falling from one child, and then another child, while you're asleep."

And then to bring it vintage..."Three Coins in a Fountain..."

"Three kids to the dentist,
Each one seeking happiness,
One tooth got extracted,
Two kids await their fate.

Make it mine! Make it Mine! Make it Mine!"

And to close..."Love lift us up where we belong"

"Who knows, what tomorrow brings
In a world, where my plans are shit (doo doo doo dee doo doo)

All I know, is what I think we'll do
But that could change, as often it does

The road.................is long

There is illness, and bills to pay
But we chuck those aside everyday

Woa woaaaaa

Love lift us up where we belong
Where the children cry
And we don't know why

Love lift us up where we belong

From the world below

Where the traffic's slow......"

Focker. Out.