Things Will Go Wrong > Reporting live from my closet

I intended to have a fabulously crafty post today.

Really, I did.

Instead, what I have, is one crazy disaster after another. Oh, BTW - I'm stuck in my closet.

So I decided share it with all of you in true Chaos & Gloss form. First up, the ugly:

THE CHAOS:

My computer's internal Wifi isn't working, so I am having to connect with a cable to my modem/router where it comes into my house- which is in my closet. Under the stairs.

It's all very Harry Potter-ish without all the fun magic and with a lot of swear words that I'm pretty sure Harry wouldn't say...

I am having to diaper my dog.

Yes, we here in my household have long since said goodbye to those days, but I am now having to wrestle down a jack russel terrier, that is possessed by the strength of a mastiff, to tape her into her doggie diaper. Yep. A doggie diaper.

All things motorized and mechanical at our house have decided to go on strike until further notice or until we have spent our all of our savings on them. They are not cheap dates. I am now wishing that I had bought that Missoni bike from Target so that I have some transportation...

I went to my son's very touching Veteran's Day assembly

in a great Frock Me Friday outfit, only to discover that my shirt was OBVIOUSLY inside out. Which was less mortifying because it was covered by a great chunky knit sweater. Until I started to sniffle and SWEAT from said sweater and the effort to not cry from all the heartfelt pictures and stories. My sweet son came over to hug me after it was over and said, "Mom, you are all sweaty and hot! Why don't you take off your sweater?" My son is a genius, which is great because his mother is an idiot.

I am having 20 people over to

 my house for Thanksgiving and my house looks like a bad game of I Spy. Ya know, can you spy the cordless phone in this Mount Everest pile of laundry... can you spy the your winter coat under this carpet made of shoes, hats, gloves, and backbacks...?!

THE GLOSS

My son came to me in the morning and said, "Hello, best momma in the whole wide world." Awwww. My heart melts.

Then he asked if he could have Halloween candy for breakfast, but I'm positive that the two are not related...

I also received a special, hand drawn, "monster identification book", because my other son said, "just in case, mom." So I am all set and protected if I come across any unidentifiable monsters.

Thanks, son!

Now I have to get out of this closet and clean, because somone's shoes really stink in here. A better post tomorrow, I promise!

~Angela