7.19.10

Ya, so there they were. THREE frogs, hopping and jumping their way to happiness in my sons bedroom. I seized the day, alright. Rewind your mind and wrap it around this....My dear son has a bedroom in the basement. When we got our horrible storm last week, his window wells filled up with water, like a bucket. He then proceeds to open them because how cool is that?? Water comes splashing in everywhere and he doesn't tell his mom because he fears the worst. No kidding. He doesn't clean it up. It sits soaking in the rugs and everything on the floor. He doesn't turn on the de-humidifier because it is TOO loud. Now mold is growing. I smell a nasty odor coming from his room. He's a boy. It happens. I locate the smells and shit hits the fan. I spent yesterday elbow deep in bleach, scrubbing floors and wall. Washing everything.

Carpe Diem, alright....shit, I need another rock to hide under...for about a week.