I delt with a lot of coordination/scheduling/logistical stuff Monday on all fronts: work, Dax's school, and personal. In the end, it all got sorted out, some stuff had to give, but in the end, my sanity was paramount and I just couldn't do it all. All day I felt like I was on an episode of Beat The Clock. Some days, I am just not super mom.
The bus journey home wasn't too bad, you know, despite the rain and having no umbrella. However inside, I was frazzled. I was done for the day - but I wasn't done. I still had to cook dinner, honour a promise made to Dax on Saturday about starting to decorate the tree and then get him into bed.
So what's this about Salsa Pepper Spray?
I loaded the dish washer while dinner was cooking...there was a small bowl of salsa Gary had made for his night snack. He made the salsa himself...I can only assume he made it with a a few Naga Jolokia peppers. When I rinsed that bowl out...the hot water became a carrier agent and thus a Pepper spray was born. It burned by what little of my lungs I have left from this cough that only started to ease up. It was so powerful, even poor Daxon sitting in the next room began to cough. We coughed for an hour and a half.
I know Gary didn't intend on attacking his family with Pepper Spray, but Stephen Colbert has taught me alot and so now Gary's Homemade Salsa is now "ON NOTICE" and is being listed as "THE NUMBER ONE THREAT TO PEACE IN OUR HOME".
Decorating the tree with Dax really was a gift that made everything else not so bad...it was so special. I relished his maturity as we talked about the ornaments from when I was young. I got some really sweet pictures too. As always, the love of my life warms my day...
...warms my day...not burns...Gary...
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