A Few of My (LEAST) Favorite Things

Things I don't like to do:

• Process return deposits for my dad’s tenants (especially when my own mistakes in record-keeping create more questions than answers. For example, what possessed me to write in the records that So-and-so paid a total of $260+$260, with the explanation next to it reading "260(sep),260(dec),110(apr)? What am I supposed to make of that? I ask you.)
• Wash the dishes multiple times in one day (What am I, a dishwasher by profession? One time per day is more than enough. Many days it's actually too much. I just hope my counter space can accommodate such a convcition. My idea of a great setup is this: someone else watches my kids while I cook dinner; then someone else does the dishes, puts the kids to bed, does the laundry, cleans the kitchen, while I prop up my feet, pop in Dove chocolates (dark, of course), and read and write till my bedtime. : )
• Confess to Mark where the other half of the German Chocolate Cake that he made yesterday went. Uh...Eliza? The neighbor's cat?
• Call Sprint to dispute, yet another grossly incorrect cell phone bill. This involves an initial wait on hold of at least 15 minutes and being called "ma'am" around 35 times by an ESL customer service representative in India. Also, what is it about the mere physical act of me picking up a phone that sends my kids into instantaneous pandemonium? If I’m on the phone, Sage will inevitably want a new sippie cup (“Not juice or water, mom. I need milk!”). Eliza totters after me, stalking me through the house, with big blue puppy eyes, hands stretching high up towards the phone, repeating in her soft little voice "''lo? 'lo?" [hello]. How can I deny the little angel? Wait…it’s coming back to me: Eliza was responsible for two Directory Assistance charges last month, and the big crack in our cell phone. And I’m still on hold with Sprint. No ‘lo for you, Eliza. In fact, I wish it were no ‘lo for me, either.
• Go to bed on time (My blog lists the times of each post and these are very much proof. There are just so many possibilities when the children are in bed…)
• Finish a blog without an attempt at a clincher ending. I guess as long as I’m stopping the party and going to bed somewhat on time, I might as well break another rule and just end this blog in this terribly boring way. The End. Just like that. Sorry.