Three minutes with a lunatic....

Well, I want to apologize to everyone for my latest transgression against the written word.
I was writing late last night and when I went to read what I had written today- I about choked.

There were massive errors and things I didn't like and sentences that were redundant.
It could've been because I was so tired from cooking that massive recipe yesterday or because I was just distracted by the autistic man in my kitchen that was having meltdowns over water.

Sweet Grandma’s socks!

There are reasons why Booga isn't allowed to get water all over the floor.

We had to replace the kitchen floor a few years ago, primarily because for a while we were so poor we couldn't afford to fix the sink that was leaking and the floor got massively warped from water. For years I couldn't use the space under the sink because the floor of the sink simply as thin and flexible as cardboard that had gotten wet.

The guy that built our house built it for the Farmers Home Administration.
Now, here's the thing...back then (and I don't know if it has changed now) the FHA homes were done as cheaply as possible and with stuff barely good enough to get by the inspectors.
Our house was built with materials that were five seconds from being used in a single wide trailer. The cupboards were the cheapest material possible, the sinks and bathroom fixtures -as cheap as they could get, the doors were the cheapest they could buy and they cut corners every where. So now my husband and I are basically rebuilding our house.

This was supposed to be our starter home. But with Booga, and his disabilities, and as quickly as our children grew up around us, we never did move to another home. Instead we started to rebuild this one from the inside out. Starting with walls and floors and cupboards; and believe me, we are now very much aware how much it cost to fix this house and we're very much aware of how much time it takes and we really don't want to have to do it again any time soon (because for one, we need a new roof now).
Booga has been instructed how to do dishes without getting water on the floor. (It's not that hard, you rinse off the dishes and put them in the dish washer, I truly don't consider it dishwashing in the traditional sense). And it’s not easy to get after Booga for something he’s doing wrong, if you just look at Booga with disdain he crumbles like cake. You really can't be sarcastic with him because he doesn't understand sarcasm (which is kind of a blessing from God really) and you can't raise your voice to him because he will dissolve into a puddle of despair.

Imagine then, my situation where it involves disciplining this child. Especially in this particular venue, and imagine me writing about it at the same time.
Yes, that is the problem I was having in the evening of last.

My life is full of fun, fun, fun.....

Ah! My home is a spa!

Good news is that he’s over it now and hopefully my kitchen floor will remain water free until the next time I mop.

We can only hope.

Pray for me people.