PMS Ranting Ahead....**warning**

If I have to pick up one more pair of shoes that have been placed on the floor two freaking inches from the shoe rack....I'm going to explode. I have had it. I have literally had it. Here is a list of things that are royally pissing me off lately:

The shoe issue. How freaking hard would it be to extend the arms the extra two inches to actually put the shoes on the shoe rack? Not to mention dh's new habit of coming in from work and taking his shoes off next to the bed (you know you aren't supposed to wear dirty shoes on the carpet!) We have a freaking walk in closet with ample shoe space. Why does he feel he must leave them next to the bed? And sometimes there will be two pair. I assumed the theory was that when he got up in the morning for work, he could just slip into the shoes and go....however, two pair? My theory has switched to one of laziness.

I started the dark/light basket routine again. I was tired of separating everything myself, digging through mounds of other peoples dirty unmentionables. Now, I know I shouldn't have expected much since they had been out of practice for a while but....DAMN IT!....how could you not notice a full freaking basket of navy blue clothes and then put all of your whites on top of it???? That is the heigth of laziness!!!! I called Betsy into the laundry area and asked her, "Honey, could you point to the dark clothes for mommy? I want to see if you need practice recognizing your colors." She didn't find it funny....her excuse? It was night time when she put her clothes there. I then explained the concept of electricity, pointed out the fact that if you extended your pointer finger and applied gentle force to the switch on the wall, it would turn on the light thereby allowing her to see the difference between light and dark clothes. Again, I was met with quite the lack of enthusiasm.

I swear to all that is holy, the next person who throws something away in my kitchen garbage can who's lid already won't close due to the sheer volume of empty water bottles and wadded up paper towels is going to feel the wrath of Mom. You would think the swarms of flies that would rival a water buffalo's ass in south Africa would be a hint that the garbage needs to go out. (Okay, I am exagerating here, there are no flies in my kitchen, but you get the picture) If I see that it needs to be emptied, I tie it up, give it a shot of Lysol and put a clean bag in. Takes me two minutes, tops. If dh sees it? He still tries to throw his garbage away, invariably something falls out, and he then lets out a string of obscenities that would make a sailor blush. I just want to scream, "TAKE THE DAMN TRASH OUT AND BE DONE WITH IT!!!!" Instead I innocently say from the next room, "Honey, is something wrong?" I can't help it.

I am also mad about the way my children leave things all over the house. I can tell wee one to put away her nightgown/pencil/bracelets....only to find it sitting just over the threshold, on the floor of her room. I will then ask her if she put her things away, to wich she will respond that yes, her things are in her room. Technicalities....I need to learn them.

Let's see....the fact that the dog will lie on the floor and yelp until someone picks him up....but no one will do it. Yesterday dh was in the kitchen and I told him I was going to mop the floor. He stood in the corner, watching me as I was mopping, then complained because I mopped him into said corner. Well Einstein, what can I tell you. I had a mop, I had water, I warned you.

I had to get up at 6:30 this morning to get wee one to her dental appointment which I made for her in advance....forgetting that she would be out of school this late in the month. I had her up, dressed and in the car by 7:30 because the traffic is horrid at that time. Again, I forgot that school traffic was not going to be an issue, and pulled into the lot at 7:38.  Her appointment was at 8 and there was no one else there. I hate when that happens. So, we sat in the car arguing over what time we would go in. I told her we would go in at 7:50 and no later. Of course we were out of the car at 7:46.  *On a good note, she had no cavities. And of course, the lovely Florida humidity has arrived.No more good hair days until at least late October.

Oh, did I mention this is day 2 of summer vacation?