My Hands Are Stained White With Sorrow

No, wait, that’s paint.  My hands are stained white with paint, because I’m trying to painting the kitchen.  Which is difficult with three little ones who need constant attention.  For Valentine’s Day, we’re having a nice dinner and then my hubby is watching the mugwumps while I, yes, paint some MORE of the kitchen.  Needless to say that life is horribly … Read More