May
22

Logan came by after school yesterday, and he and Lily pulled out the little pool.

There was too much action in the little pool for Damian. He found a quieter place to play with water.

I have vicodin that I take for my headaches; I call it my Miracle Drug.  When I feel a headache coming on, I drink a cup of tea and take a vicodin and *poof!* the headache disappears.

However, vicodin, for me, also acts as a mood elevator and an energy pill.  I was telling Carla that I am a cleaning machine after the vicodin and the cup of tea.  Carla said that she noticed how clean my house was when she dropped Clara off Tuesday.  And then her house looked even worse by comparison when she walked into her own home.  “I should try vicodin and cup of tea to clean my house,” she said.

I said, “That’s playing with fire though.  Vicodin has a synthetic narcotic in it.  It’s like saying ‘I’ll just use coke to get the energy I need to clean my house.'”

And she said, “Yeah but… my house would be clean.”

I started laughing… because it’s true!  Cleaning the house is a monumental task and it’s a miserable job.  When weighing the two, a coke addiction doesn’t seem so bad. 😉



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