Irritating morning.

I am frustrated this morning. I am unable to determine the exact cause of my frustration, only fume about the myriad things that have irritated me this morning. Here they are;

• I found the cleaning rags that I have been unable to find for weeks - not 6 inches away from the spot they should have been stored. I don't know whether I'm more irritated at the person who misplaced them, or myself, for not finding them earlier.
• cereal has been scattered all over the living room - again. I like that my children have learned to feed themselves. The carpet does not need fed. Why do I have to explain this every morning?
  
• someone used aluminum foil to cover a plastic dish containing leftovers in the fridge. That plastic dish has a lid! Foil is expensive! Foil is an inferior covering for food due to it not being airtight! Why would you not spend an extra few seconds finding the CORRECT lid??
  
• the large packages of chicken that were purchased recently got put directly in the freezer - without separating them into smaller packages. Now I have to thaw them out, separate them, and hope that they don't go bad before we can eat all of them.
  
• shoes behind doors. This isn't just one of my pet peeves. This is a safety issue of great importance when you live in something as small and flammable as a trailer. Nothing should obstruct a door from opening fully at any point in time!
  
• this laundry soap does not work. I bought it on sale and not only does it not come cleanly out of the dispensing cup, it leaves my clothes feeling, looking and smelling dirty. (in trying to find a picture or description of the product online - I found none. Just a bunch of generic 'reviews' of the Bright Green line. All worded the same and on various splogs...)
  

Baby ducks!

I got two cute, little balls of duckling fluff for my birthday. I had gone to the feed store with my husband and saw them there all peeping and baby-round. Jason said I could have them and I picked two of them out. With my head all filled with memories of the ducks I had as a child, I drove home with a box-o-ducks. Awww, cuteness!


Now they are more than a month old and look ridiculous. Half feathers and half fuzz, they are easily five times the size they were at first. I had named them Splish and Splash (I'm so original with the naming), but Splash had a seizure last week, so I renamed him Spaz. I had them in a box inside at first, but they outgrew it and now spend their days running around the yard trying to eat everything. At night they go into a cage for protection against varmints.