Monday Morning Haze

Ah, the gentle sound of the baby, or whatever she's called, screaming because her bowl of sugar cereal has not been placed in the correct location on the kitchen table. What a tyrant. It sounds like everyone is just staring at her while she screams and screams. Whereas I, I remain up here, far away from the kitchen, with the window open because it's like 100 degrees outside. By 100 degrees I mean 40. There's a bird squawking, I mean chirping. Brown patches of muddy grass have emerged at the margins of the yard.

Matt, for reasons I cannot understand, stayed up until something like 2:30 in the morning. The result of this is that I had to wobble downstairs, caffeine free, and let the dog out and pour boiling water myself into the tea and coffee pots, and lug them back upstairs, while he lay moaning and cursing the day of his birth. I'm pretty sure this is a violation of our marriage contract. I don't know how the day can reasonably go forward now, without other terrible unhappinessess. Elphine thinks she should go with me for the weekly shopping. And I think I should clean the whole house and do all the laundry. So I'm pretty sure we're in for a miserable time whatever happens.

And now everyone is up here screaming and crying about minecraft. Gladys took some sugar cane from Romulus and so he killed her and took all her stuff. And so now she's sobbing and I'm contemplating the sweet sweet idea of unplugging everything and never letting them play minecraft ever again ever ever ever ever.

But probably I'll just get up and wander around in the usual post weekend stupor, trying to think though the week and all the Usual Things while turning a serious eye to the question of Easter and Holy Week. The lists are growing long. I should light the fires of productivity and non procrastination.

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