HEAT IN THE KITCHEN

I slept great last night. After such an adventure at the beach, I slept wonderfully. I dreamt about people I had never met, but they seemed a bit familiar to me. A nice mug of java in bed always does the trick to arouse me to face the day. It was a busy day at that. Going from place to place. It seems there's never enough time to do everything that needs to be done. I ended up not going to work again. Going to the job just doesn't appeal to me anymore. I sometimes just want to be a lazy bum and lay around at home all day. But, that's not easy for me because I suffer from OCD. Actually, the trials and tribulations that I have endured in life have calm me down an extreme. As I said, I stayed home, well actually, I was running around taking care of things. When I finally got home, I expected the house to be clean. To my expectations, it wasn't. My lady, the CSI agent and I left the house to make a few errands leaving behind the Drama Mama and the Artist at home. The Chef was left behind with the choice of staying with his older sister and clean the house, or to go with his aunt and G-Mom. Grandma it is. As expected, dirty dishes in the sink, on the kitchen table and on the desk, which has been off-limits to everyone except Mommy. As we returned from our hectic evening running around all over town, we are greeted with scouls and grimaces, for leaving behind the Drama Mama, her son (actually her little brother) the Artist, and the Chef. "That's messed up!" rebukes the D-Mama as we enter the front door. "You guys went to Starbucks!" CSI replies, "Did you clean the house?" It is pretty challenging to run a house with four,.... five,....six different personalities. Everyone of us is unique and very different from each other, but yet very much the same, at different degrees. The Lady is the most patient. She should have been a doctor. Me, I'm the DA and the Public defender and sometimes the PO. The Judge, that's the Lady's title. The Drama Mama is the oldest and the most immature of the tribe. The Investigator is only 9, but thinks like a teenager. Scary. She has reason and common sense. Actually, she thinks better than most teenagers and some adults. The Artist, is encentric and adventurous. No tree to high to climb, no dirt too dirty. The sky's the limit for him. The Chef, well, he just loves to spend a lot of time in the kitchen. Especially, in Grandma's cocina. The kitchen is the place we spend a lot of time in. Our ideal home would be ONE BIG KITCHEN and ONE BIG BEDROOM, with ONE BIG TELEVISION. We would all be in heaven. The problem is that no one wants to clean the kitchen or make the beds, but everyone wants to EAT and WATCH T.V. Me, I just wanna eat, sleep and DREAM. Gooood niiiight...zzzz....zzzz....zzzz.