I may be in a funk. But then again, it is Monday. Monday is just ridiculous. Especially when you have to come back down to reality after a pretty decent weekend. For the kids, it's just nuts, really. But I thought of something... in my funkiness... that I need.
Ya know how Kroger, or Home Depot, or whatever will have those spiky do-dads in their "O"s so the birdies don't make nests there? I need a roll of that. This may sound incredibly mean, but think about it. I begin Monday cleaning the house. I continue through the rest of the week 'til on Friday it looks pretty great. I wouldn't say that I rest on the weekends... I have enough kids that it kinda makes me giggle to think such a thing would happen... but the housework does go a little lax because of all the other things to do... I'm just sayin... if I had that spiky shit to put on say, the top of the microwave where all the knicky-knack crap goes from the table... mayhaps I would have a clean microwave. How's about the top of the fridge? The mantle? Temporarily on the beds after I have made them? If I have clean clothes that get left in a basket, people are gonna just continue to pile crap in the basket. Bam. Spiky shit. Seems harsh. But if I tell people to put their crap away a million times... and it doesn't get done... what then? A raging mother-blogger. No good. It keeps the birds from making nests, it would keep my house from piling up on top of itself and becoming the House of Usher.
I'm just saying.