Category: domestic disaster

Piles of Books and Clothes

So, I walked into my room last night and looked at my bed and thought, What the heck? Honestly, I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s always the same issue. My mornings look like this: I stare at my closet trying to figure out which type of a mood I’m in. I settle on something, and I

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Please Forest, Save My Boy!

So, I lost it last night. Lost. It. That bit that keeps our brains intact and rational? It fell out. I love decorating. I love moving furniture around and seeing who finds a home where. Right now, my bedroom is small. Okay, not small, just too small for me. I’ve enjoyed the challenge of making

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An Earth-Loving Disgrace

So I’ve failed the Earth again. Not only have I forgotten my darned reusable grocery bags for, hell, I don’t know how many times, but Publix Supermarkets (emphasis on super) has run out of paper bags. Really Publix? Often when I ask my grocer for paper bags I feel like a nuisance because the cashier has to leave

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You Trying To Say I Ain’t Superwoman?

It’s 7pm over on my side of the world. A reasonable hour. I just woke up from a two hour nap. Some people have just gotten through accomplishing things. Don’t you think you’re special. Let me guess, you stopped by the grocery store; you’re making dinner; you’re doing laundry; you’re settling down with a beer

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My Bra is All Wrong, and I’m Burning In Hell For It

There are certain routines that annoying people establish which help them to be more efficient at life. One of those things is setting out their clothes the night before work. I imagine that they wake up refreshed, make coffee and breakfast, check their calendar for the day’s appointments, and cruise to work in peace. I

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A Natural Parent.

For many, many years I felt guilty about something. It was a secret that I shared with only my closest compadres. The dark secret was this: I didn’t feel comfortable in the role of motherhood. The idea of being a mom scared the woman out of me. This is natural, you may be saying. How

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I Like to Feel It In My Hands

I’ve had a problem in my life for a long time now. Well, it’s not really a problem; at least it wouldn’t be if I were wealthy and had oodles of display and storage space. But alas! I am not, and thus I have a problem… I mentioned in a previous post that I’ve always

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That Other Thing That Disappoints My Mother

Where are your earrings? No necklace? Here we go again… I’m on my way to some family function and my mom points out my lack of detailing. For her, a dress means nothing without jewelry to give it life. Standing before her, I am nothing but an empty shell of a woman who tried to

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