The Universe taught me a valuable lesson last night: Always check the oven before turning it on. There was an accident and subsequent mess. So, as James has been learning from Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood, "when something seems bad turn it around and find something good!" I made a delicious lasagna which the whole family loved.
Then at 4:30 AM Leia decided o walk into James' room and pee. "When something seems bad turn it around and find something good!" ... um, okay fine, I can't think of how to turn this one into "something good."
At this current juncture, these small yet impacting events make up a pretty comprehensive culmination of my life. Our weekends are spent tooling around in the car because we have to vacate our home so realtors can show it to people who will later decide they want hardwood floors and a separate dining room. Every morning Lynette has to leave the house in showroom condition. And Leia has decided that we aren't paying her enough attention. Tie that together with a pretty bow and sprinkle it with James not letting us sleep an entire night and you've entered our little funhouse.
I'm not a bleak person. In fact, I pride myself on how upbeat I can be in most situations. But this shit has got to stop.