Why can’t the garbage man come on the same day every week? My garage would be a whole lot nicer to park in, the neighbourhood would smell better. On the flip side, it would be a lot less entertaining for the collectors who clearly get their chuckles from women in pajamas running like crazy people with trash cans to the curbs.
Why can’t I remember my new Dyson vacuum cleaner has a suck power of 10. My curtain rods can’t take many more “I sucked up the curtains” incidents. Besides, children shouldn’t hear those words coming from a Mamas mouth.
Why is it every time I am vacuuming I think I hear the phone ringing? Is there something wrong with me?
Why is it every time I declare a PJ day the delivery dude shows up!
Why is it when my house get to that special state of…”Eeek I have to clean this place up!” Friends decide to do the drop in.
Why is my kitchen counter such a crap magnet?
Why can’t an extra 5lbs around the middle be a sign of prosperity, a life well led? Why can’t it be hot?
Why have they not invented a travelling Starbucks truck..it could trail right behind the ice cream man!
I must accept that there are some things I shall never know.