He** in a Handbasket

I think my husband wants me to quit college. You might be asking yourself why I think that. Let's just say that if you read back through some of the posts you can find an interesting trend of things falling to pieces on Monday nights. I remind you of the showing of Indiana Jones to a very small child who didn't sleep for a week incident, etc.

Tonight's fiasco has to do more with the house (although as I am in here blogging/hiding the children are STILL not in bed).

Are there any Everybody Loves Raymond fans out there? I think I have watched every episode. Many of them have made me laugh, some of them have hit a little too close to home. Ray seemed to try quite hard to screw things up just so Debra would quit asking him to do things around the house. Now, I don't want to say that is what is going on at my house, HOWEVER, what kind of nitwit (and I say that with all of the love I have in me right now) puts Palmolive Dish Soap in the DISHWASHER???

I can't attest to the full scale of the calamity. I came home to a bunch of wet towels, and a denial that anything was wrong. Although, I did hear that Pie might have run screaming through the house, "Daddy, the dishwasher is EXPLODING."

Oh good grief.