October 9, 2012
I can't quite explain it. There's a strange phemonon that occurs within my four walls. Things multiply, expand. For example, there'll be a couple of dirty dishes in the sink. I'll walk out of the room and then come back in later for a snack, and suddenly, the pile of dishes looks something like this:
While working to contain the mess in the kitchen, the laundry pile will suddenly start expanding from a couple of stray socks to this:
Sigh. Containment on the laundry issue is definitely a labor-intensive endeavor. When I'm finally finished, I find that the book pile in the study has managed to author several new novels, and they're strewn about everywhere, like this:
While I reshelve the mountains of books, the seemingly never-ending supply of paperwork--children's artwork, essays to be graded, magazines and junk mail that make their way into the house, and of course, bills--grow into a nearly insurmountable obstacle:
Why, oh why, does my oh so tiny pile of money not multiply like the rest of the objects in my house?
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