Shining the Sink and Mysterious Ways

So I was web surfing - ridin' the waves. On my honor, I was doing research for my book. The flashing-line-typing-thingy just wouldn't budge til I learned what sounds a drawn bow and arrow really make. I mean really make. Crucial.

One thing led to another--as an internet search tends to do--when lo and behold I landed at:

FlyLady.net
(The logical progression from scouring youtube for
bow and arrow audio to floating around FlyLady = mysterious ways)

LONG story short: Here at FlyLady, I learned of the power wielded by the magical tool of a Shiny Sink. Apparently, a shiny kitchen sink will heal every malady suffered by you and your household.

I blinked in awe at FlyLady's claims...I blinked in time with the flashing-line-typing-thingy controlling the blank page of my manuscript...

Blinked in awe...

Blinked in time...

Flew to the sink...

Of course! Here lies the evil mucking my creative power!

I raised a can of Ajax, ready to cleanse the demon. Apparently, the evil influence seeped into my children, desparate to distract me. My four year old clawed at my legs in agony, crying for TV while I scrubbed. My two year old sprawled himself across the floor, slapped the floor, and rolled around begging for food. I resisted their disctractions. This was for the good of everyone. I used a toothbrush.

My sink has shined non-stop for 4 days now, and OH has life changed. Now I must have shiny everything. Shiny counters, shiny mirrors, shiny doorknobs, shiny hair, skin and teeth. I used a toothbrush. By the time I reached 8 year old's mouth, she wasn't havin' it. The battle resorted to hair pulling. The family gathered and instead of helping ME, they helped HER, screaming, STOP SHINING EVERYTHING!!!!

Well. Needless to say, I composed myself. I know a lost battle when I meet one. The sink shines alone.

Take that back--the blank screen of my manuscript is shining pretty bright too. Blindingly, in fact.