Control Issues

There are a lot of things I cannot control. I cannot control:

• whether Aetna will cover D's speech therapy
• when J. will stop pooping in his underwear/diapers/pullups and USE THE FREAKING TOILET ALREADY
• if Z. will lose the attitude and act like a human being
• if D. will cooperate with the diagnostician in the public school and complete his assessment commensurate with his abilities
• when my client will actually start the project that has been on hold (and with it, my check) for several weeks
• S's messy locker, backpack, bedroom, and desk at school

But do you know what I can control? The cleanliness of my floor. I have been on my hands and knees scrubbing that sucker like you wouldn't believe. My grout is so clean that if you wanted to lick it, you could. I'm not suggesting that you should, mind you. Well, maybe I am. Because you totally could. You could absolutely lick my grout, and you wouldn't taste anything except the slightly salty tang of baking soda. Not that I have licked my grout lately, or anything.

Ahem.

Anyway, yes. I cannot control so many things. But my floors, they will be clean.