As I was furiously scrubbing the shower free of it’s scum, I simultaneosly was cursing everyone who wasn’t living up to my standards.

You didn’t do this for me!

Why did you do that?

Well, let me tell you a thing or two…..

Needless to say, I was not having a good day. I was cleaning toilets and scrubbing a greeny-brown goo from my shower and wanted to condem the world for making me scrub ceramic basins instead of whiling away my hours writing prose even Papa would be proud of.

I felt trapped. Caged in by my kids, by money, by my age, by my injured elbow, by my ex, by the weather, by the gorgeous chair I saw in the store front that I can"t yet afford, by Down Syndrome, by the dishes…….imagine how crowded it got in that bathroom!

I smacked my other elbow good and hard; said a few words that I won’t repeat here, then I began to sing. I saw it as my only way out.