Why is my coaster on the floor? It isn't even an interesting coaster. It is an ugly fake cork temporary one until I find or make coasters I like. But it is on the floor.
Why are there random socks on the rug? Why are there socks on the stairs? What the heck with the socks?
Why is the vegetable peeler on the couch? Why is yarn dangling from the bannister? Who did this?
What is my colander doing on the porch? Why is MY comb not in my bathroom? What the heck is going on with the laundry basket on the driveway?
I haven't worn those high heels in forever. Why did I just trip on them? Who is in my closet doing this?
WHY is EVERY towel in ALL the lands crumpled at the foot of the bathroom sink?
Who did that to the cat? Why? Stop that with the cat.
Who put back the empty cartons? Empty jugs? Empty boxes? No thank you to a half eaten apple back in the fruit bowl.
Where is the remote? WHY is it upstairs? Every couch cushion is on the floor? Yes, every last one. Well now we can go see all the lost matches to the socks.
This is why no one is invited to dinner or for drinks. This is why we can't have nice THINGS. Don't you ever want nice things? Don't you want friends to BRING YOUR PARENTS WINE?
Put the cat back down.
Go to bed.
Not one more hug!
OK, one more hug.
GO to sleep.
When I say go to sleep I mean it so very much right now to happen now!
Why is it so quiet?
It is eerie quiet.
Why am I so tired?