Easter

Who is in an absolutely foul temper? Any guesses?
I'll give you a hint.....

It's someone whose garage is normally organizationally challenged, but who happens to have been working on going through everything she owns in the deliberate attempt to eliminate junk,,,,,rendering the garage a more complete disaster than usual. This someone's extremely tidy boyfriend decided that this was the day to examine said garage at length, and in some detail.
Though I prayed that the ground would swallow me, God said "no."

As if that weren't enough, we also spent some time in my back yard. For those of you who haven't seen my back yard,,,,it is also a freaking disaster. May I make an attempt at an excuse? Really, it will make me feel better: Everything yard related costs money and takes time, two resources that are in short supply around here. Also, I have at least one child who loves to build ramshackle forts that look like ghetto housing in a third world country.

And just to top it off, my teenager thought this would be a super fun day to meet a girl up at the store (something he is forbidden to do. Call me crazy, but I think 14 is a little young to be sneaking off to meet girls, anywhere). I caught him on the phone making arrangements, and stopped the clandestine meeting. I am now not only mortified by my yard and garage, I am also apparently the meanest mom in the state of Idaho.

Happy Easter to you, too.

Is it needless to say that I've been going through more crap in my garage for the past three hours? The "garage sale/donation" stack is taking up really a lot of room.

While going through stuff, I came upon a diary. A paper fell out of the diary. I opened it and read. It was written, by yours truly, two days after the death of my sister. That was about the last straw for me. I stood in my messy garage, and cried.

I want a do-over.