Der, take your cohesion away from here

You know how when you're mad at someone, every little thing they do just annoys the crap out of you? Yeah. I was ready to scream by the time we went to bed last night and Mike hadn't really done anything out of the ordinary. They way he chewed his food, the tone in his voice when he talked, the amount of time he spent in the bathroom. It was all just so freaking annoying. GAHD!

Today I want to thank my mother for all the times she mopped the kitchen floor when I was a kid and no one ever said 'thank you' or even 'my, what a nice clean floor'. Thanks Mom! I spent about 30 minutes scrubbing my floor with a brush today and have done maybe a quarter of the kitchen. It is my belief that the people who lived here before never did this and thus I am scrubbing at least ten years of dirt out of the ugly linoleum. Even the parts that I've already done don't really seem to be clean and are nowhere near the spotless shine I had been hoping for. I'm using the Clorox green works natural dilutable cleaner and that may be part of why it isn't quite as clean as I like things. Perhaps my overuse of products containing bleach has led me to expect a clinical environment. Perhaps I will resort to dumping bleach on the floor tomorrow.

Holy hell! How the E F F did I not say this first? Diva is a crawling fool yo. She still kind of drags one leg a little but as of this morning she is a crawler. It makes me a little sad because, to me, this marks the end of the true baby stage. From this day forward, my baby doesn't need me to bring her the toys she wants or to chase down the binky that she flipped across the room. She can get her ass grooving and capture that wascally wabbit herself. I also know exactly how much more work is going to go into keeping her safe and my stuff unbroken. *sigh*

Heard a moment ago:
Mike: look at the goatee on this guy. It's a freaking troll doll on his face.

And it was people. It was. Ryan Franklin of the Cardinals, please get that thing off your face before you get it stuck in a damn escalator. I tried finding an image but there's nothing that even comes close to showing the glory that he was sporting today.

I'm excited, Mike just gave the green light to a trip to Minneapolis to visit the closest Ikea if we get our tax rebate in time. Yay! Confusing swedish furniture and a five hour drive each way. Honestly, I cannot wait. I'm sure we'll end up screaming at each other in the MOA and having one or both of our children lost for at least twenty minutes and I'll come home with fifteen new bruises and maybe a stitch or two. This is how road trips usually end for me. So, let's hope we close on this stupid house very soon so I can go to the cities.