I bet you're wondering why I've posted a picture of dirt on my living room floor. Not the most appealing picture, is it? I mean, not only is the dirt drab and...dirty...but the floor isn't much to look at either.
This one simple picture summarizes EXACTLY how I feel today. Completely and utterly out of control. Out. Of. Control.
We've got carpenter ants. We had them before and apparently they just can't get enough of our house. They feel quite at home because I often see them poking their nasty little heads out of the hole in the ceiling. For a few days I swept up the dirt as it collected in my living room before I resorted to shrugs and apathy. Every once in a while I wonder whether my entire ceiling will fall on my head as I'm watching Sex and the City reruns. I guess if I have to go...it could be worse.
I'm sad to say that the ants are just the tip of the teetering iceberg that is my life right now. You see, I am no longer the mom of young kids. Things simply cannot be fixed with juice boxes and trips to Chick-fil-a. So many things are careening spectacularly in every direction that all I could bring myself to do this afternoon was sit on the couch dejectedly and curse the ants.
I told my husband yesterday that people shouldn't throw baby showers, they should throw parties where they warn parents how hard and OUT OF CONTROL everything gets as the kids become teenagers.
Wait. I think people warned me about that, come to think of it. Oh, yeah.
Damn ants.
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