Why Bother?

My day so far has been a study in absolute futility.
No. Really.
I think there may be a new dimension in the known Universe that is called Absolute Futility. It should be studied by the likes of Stephen Hawking and Neil DeGrasse Tyson.

Everyone woke up today and piled into my bed. Everyone wanted "lovin's" but not when they were the actual individual on my lap or in my arms or laying on my head. Nope, they only wanted said "lovin's" when they were the FARTHEST from me and had to clamor over two other mammals to get to me, then they would become immediately ignorant of my existence.

Breakfast was a 50% re-hash of Ev refusing to eat the bbq meatballs from dinner and 50% Liam not getting enough food fast enough. Then Les called needing info that required I leave the hungry baby pterodactyl to voice his displeasure at the interruption while Ev sat resolute in front of cooling meat balls.

Then I attempted cleaning the house.
I managed to sweep the floors. Twice. As a certain someone who shall remain nameless, stumbled through my dirt pile just as I turned to get the hand vac.
Then I mopped. Twice. Nay three times.
Because, I mopped? And then, well, Liam threw up a bit, just water mostly. But he walked through it and got his socks all disgusting and before I could catch him, ran all over the living room and dining room, leaving evidence of his passing behind him. So yeah. Then there was a whole Cheddar Bunnies issue and well, that was the third mop.

Then I decided to try and schedule Liam for some appts. It seems that there was a hang up with the Insurance company. Oh no they said it was the DEERS ( that's the registration entity for military folks). But really it was the insurance all along. That was about an hour of my life spent on hold that I will never get back (and why Meat Ball was able to track pukey socks all over the joint)

I was planning on attempting to clean the upstairs too but I might lay down for a nap.