Weekend Shorts

In the grocery store Friday my son said, "Hey Mom, since you have to get up early tomorrow for an appointment, can you make us breakfast like a good Mom? I mean...uh...that didn't sound good. I meant like one of those Mom's on TV?"

Saturday my wonderful Hubby scrubbed the kitchen floor. Within an hour that same floor was covered with blue Kool-Aid and dog pee. And people wonder why I drink.

Yesterday I learned that in some cultures prisoners of war are tortured by being subjected to endless loud thumping music, sleep deprivation and the sounds of a screaming baby. I consider that a typical day.