>I am uggggggg, that is the consensus. I have rather consistent pain level due to some auto immune stuff and I deal with it, it has made me a better person and today I realized that. My children don’t really care if I don’t feel good, you have to understand they can’t see that I don’t feel good that is the way auto immune icks are. This week, however, my eye has been flaming red and hot, I have iritis. They can see it and they are more prone to kindness and helping to do the things I have to ask repeatedly for usually. I wonder how often do we do this to the folks around us. We don’t see people hurting, physically, spiritually, or emotionally. The bank teller who doesn’t smile or is snippy, the phone salesman we are mean to, the child who is unusually unruly, what is going on? Are they hurting and can’t put there finger on it, are they sad and maybe don’t even know why? Are they emotionally hurting dealing with some trauma? Who knows, but I know this, we don’t know every one’s story. That is important. Everyone, everyone, everyone has a story. Everyone has a different story and our stories change. Even when we are playing nice or things are going well we are affected. If someone seems great, tell them, they need to know. If some one is crappy, or crabby, remember they have a story, it may not seem that bad to you or it may be absolutely astonishingly awful, we may never know the full depth, but we all have hidden pains. I am challenged today to be kind even when I don’t think someone deserves it, just because I can’t see that they may need it. Stories are important honor one of yours today.

>We break can openers. To be exact we have broken 6 can openers, to be fair the first one lived for 10 years. Someone gave us one, it stunk (probably why she gave it to us), we broke the next 4, all inside of the last few months. If your still with me, if you are actually continuing the reading of this rant, hang with me it gets better. Two, yes two of these were broken by the one and only super girl Maggie. She is a wee one, not quite 40lbs at the ripe old age of 7. Apparently, SuperGirl doesn’t know her on strength, so upon having “sneaking” a can of fruit cocktail in the case of the most recent breakage, the can opener just broke under her raw strength. The other remaining can openers (2 if you are keeping count) just broke mysteriously, no one knows they were just found broken and not of use.
Have Donnie and I really procreated such super humans that we can’t keep can openers alive (at least the handheld type) or manage to get one that our children’s nimble hands can manage if it is electric OR and this is the big question Do can openers in the 21st century fail to meet the standards of a growing family. This is my point, and yes I do have a point.
Nothing, or at least close to nothing is made new in this generation that is expected to live the posted, warrantied, labeled life span in a home that involves anything more than 2 children and at least one adult who stays home all day using the things that the family has purchased. I understand we are a rarity to most. A large family, with 6 kids, a stay at home mom that uses her appliances ALL of them, ALL day.( I actually know many families like this). A family that opens and closes all the doors at least 10 times a day(including the fridge door), the computer is constantly being used for school, email, bill paying or ranting in this case. The knobs on the sink are turned to wash 8 sets of teeth 2 or 3 times a day (16-24 times), wash hands at least 4 times a day (32 times a day) wash dishes to dern many times a day, and to rinse rags and mops at least 10 times a day. The kitchen trash lid is opened at least 25 times a day and lets not even talk about how many times a day the furniture in the dining room, school room, and living room are flopped on or the floors we all walk on. Door knobs that are always being turned to go pee, lay on a bed (don’t get me started on mistresses), door knobs to closets that are shared by multiple people most under 5 feet tall. Follow me here, if this is the case then what the heck did families do 30 years ago when large families were still not rare and finally, how the heck am I supposed to keep us with the junk that is mass produced staying in good working order for a family that is in strong, vibrant, living, learning working order. This is my rant and now I am done. I need things to stay in good working order.