Rambo's Rampages...

This past week we had no hot water. I don't know if you can remember the last time you had to be without hot water, but it wasn't fun. You would think maybe it's not such a big deal with the weather still being warm - well, I thought maybe it wouldn't be a huge deal. At least the first day that's what I thought. Then the second day came and the dishes were piling up, no one had had a shower, laundry was piled high. This is when it started getting to me. To even wash the dishes (because we couldn't use our dishwasher - absurd and cruel!!) I had to boil two huge pots of water. By day four I thought enough is enough! On top of all this, Rambo had a stomach bug of some sort and needed constant diaper changes for three days. Needless to say, he was grumpy which meant that I was grumpy which meant that EVERYONE. was. grumpy.  This, however, is not the point. I've done enough complaining in my past several posts. Which, by the way, IS the point. It's sad that...

Rambo is crying in the foreground. Crumbs are on the countertops. The sink and dishwasher are full of dirty dishes. The carpet is emanating bits of paper, dirt, and old broken crayons. We had a doctors appointment yesterday and another one tomorrow. Flies are overtaking my house. I'm out of diapers. And we have no hot water. BUT, I can blog. There's always blogging. (Which, by the way, when did "blog" become a verb? Or even a word?) Forsaking responsibility today seems like a terrific idea. R ambo, R esponsiblity (or lack thereof) and other miscellaneous R amblings - aka Triple R- is my theme for today. So here I sit, at the computer, my back turned to the world (as little as my world is right now) typing about things that no one in their right mind would want to read about. Theodore has finally put himself to sleep - something he has been fighting lately. And just now a stupid *insert bad word of your choice here* fly lands on his head and wakes him up. ARE YOU S...