I'm in a bad mood and I should be in a good mood.

Michael, who has been gone almost two weeks to Australia, is coming home in the middle of the night. I miss him terribly. I cannot wait for him to be home. But I decided to launder our sheets and duvet cover before he returned and of course, because I am insane, I must iron them. Which takes a long time. I am crazy to iron our sheets but to me the difference between sheets that have been ironed and sheets that have not - well... there is no comparison. Even when I had a housekeeper, (and at the moment I do not have one,) I could never ask anyone to iron my sheets. I just did it myself. It's too indulgent and I admit it. I couldn't see those words come out of my mouth, "Please, I like my sheets ironed." I just could never say that to someone. It would be like saying that my underwear had to be hand washed. Which is not something I do. I'm just sayin'. There are some things that if you really want them you must do them yourself, lest you turn yourself into someone who wouldn't be yourself.

Also, I happen to love to iron. My dream job is to be an ironing lady to - well not to anyone mean and cranky and persnickety. To me, I suppose. (Ha! The irony!)

So, my dream job is to be the ironing lady to myself - only the part of me that is going out places where I need clothes that are ironed. And the part of me that isn't persnickety. (Which may mean no ironing lady would be needed.) Oh, it's all so complicated.

But the day got away from me. This morning it was a vast wasteland - hours of desert and luxurious time to just do what we wanted to do. But then, we had so many errands to run, the grocery store, the pet store, the bread store I like in Evanston.

And then I insisted that we watch "Gallipoli" and "The making of 'Gallipoli'" in the middle of the day. There was that.... I had ordered it on Netflix before we went to Turkey and then never watched it and I felt we had to watch it and then it meant explaining the first World War to Mulan and then I began to sob and Mulan really just wanted to read her special People Magazine issue dedicated to "iCarly." And not hear about the Turks and the ANZAC forces in the Dardanelles in the First World War. Imagine the selfishness!!!!!

In any case, the sheets were not done until late tonight. So here I am frantically ironing when I normally enjoy ironing but tonight I really, really don't feel like it all of a sudden. But I started so now I gotta finish it.

See? This is how I set myself up to be in a bad mood when I really should be in a good mood.

Btw, Michael never knew I ironed the sheets until a month or so ago. He cannot tell the difference. He cannot tell the difference! So why did I have to do them tonight? Why I ask you? Because I am a little off, that's probably why.

So, the picture of the day (above) is from a book I'm reading with Mulan - "The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe."

I always avoided C.S. Lewis because - well back when I was Catholic I felt he was just too Protestant (we Catholics read The Hobbit and pointedly NOT the Narnia Chronicles) and then when I lost my faith I thought Lewis was too Christian. Then I read Laura Miller's book about the Chronicles of Narnia called "The Magician's Book" and it made me really want to read C.S. Lewis. (Fantastic book btw.) So now, when Mulan takes a bath - which is a few times a week - I read a chapter to her. And the picture is from the book.

I cannot write more, I have a hot iron calling out to me!