This morning, however, I got up, and went out to change the baby and could smell my crockpot of spaghetti sauce (which I asked Mike to put in the fridge last night) burning, so I hollered for Bear and had him watch G., while I shut off the crockpot, muttered bad things about their dad and then discovered the truly awful thing in the kitchen: the fucking fish tank had leaked brown nasty water ten feet from the window to the entryway. I went in and cussed Mike out in the shower.

Mike stayed home from work to help me get the house together. It was just getting to be too grody, and with the nasty fish water everywhere, I just knew I wasn't going to be able to get it done. Babies have a way of putting a monkey wrench into everything you plan to do in a day unless there are two of you.

And Mike has turned into an ebay addict. He doesn't spend lots of money, nor does he bid much, but he loves searching for interesting stuff to buy and bidding some miniscule amount for it. He's a bizarre man, but I figure he got $50 for his birthday, so whatever turns him on, to the tune of $50.

I've gotta get some dinner sides together. Hell, I should run a comb through my hair. I should shave my legs. I should shave my underarms. Geesh, why does all the personal hygiene stuff I can't get time for involve hair?

And Mike was joking around today and put his underwear on his head and asked me,"Why does your underwear smell so much better than mine?" I was reading something and without missing a beat, I said,"Because I wash my butt."

That, folks, is entertainment for a Stay-At-Home Mom.