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Seems like a tall order when I can’t manage peace around these parts. Evidently, the Universe ordained it my week to make people angry. I’ve been doing a lot of deep breathing and have even considered contorting my body into odd positions, because a certain person I know keeps telling me it’s a good idea and relieves stress.

However, no amount of breathing could stifle my frustration, when last night at midnight I’m stumbling over piles of clothing I’d already sorted and finding toothpaste grime in the sink. Let’s watch Wende come unhinged. It will be fun. Like fireworks without the sulpher. Oh dear.

Fortunately, IZ finds my little implosions funny. He just giggles and yes dears me until I settle down. But toothpaste grime? Really!! We are not going to talk about grimy boy clothing! (And why does little boy underwear ONLY come in white?? PUH-LESE. Surely black would be a better option than bleaching the heck out of them?)

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Anyhow, as a stress reducing measure, the boy and I planted a wee fern in a large glass cylinder, ahem, terrarium. We needed a some Peace on Earth in our home. IZ informs me that a real terrarium would have a cover. Of course, that suggestion was met with a look that said, “Don’t you know the Universe has ordained me to make people angry this week—don’t mess with me buster!”

These are the best photos I could muster—the terrarium is reflecting stuff even when I take the photo from a distance and crop. 40 photos later, nothing but reflection. I don’t know what I did , but obviously, the terrarium is not happy with me either!

Guess it’s a good thing this week is almost over… wonder who will get a turn at the “make people angry stick” next week? It could be you!