This afternoon as we were leaving the stadium, we were stuck in an overfilled elevator. I am not fond of elevators as is, mainly because I have been stuck in them several times throughout my life. One time was like 2 hours. Plus I have the reoccurring dream of being in a falling elevator. So today we got packed in like sardines and started to go up, then started to fall down but the emergency brakes jerked us to a stop right away. To make matters worse, we were in the elevator with the Lions' family members! Think, 30 big, hot, sweaty people stuffed in an elevator and stuck for 20 minutes. It was the appropriate ending to the game.
On a completely different note, I haven't been on in a while. Madi started walking about 3 months ago and I feel like I spend all of my time making sure she isn't into stuff she shouldn't be. The kid finds everything she shouldn't! She is really good about bringing me stuff but for pete's sake... I told my Meemaw I only have time to do one "extra" thing a night when I get home from work. So pay my bills, balance her checkbook, help Sammy, take Shep to swim lessons...but only one thing. I sometimes feel like I am stuck in an elevator of life! After working 8-9 hour days 5 days a week then coming home and tending to the duties that call- laundry, dishes, wiping bottoms and diaper changing- I give up...I have definitely compromised on my personal level of expectations for household cleanliness (Martha would be disappointed) and now Madi just woke up screaming so there goes my "one thing" for tonight.
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