It is ZERO.
Today’s number of the day is Zero. I suppose the letter of the day should be F… go ahead and make any assumptions you deem necessary on that one.
It’s one of those days here in Suburbia. Nothing is going right. Like absolutely fucking nothing, hence the number of the day being zero.
Zero… is the number of times that I have peed on my own.
Zero… is the amount of nutritional snacks I have managed to con the twins into eating.
Zero… stands for the amount of money I currently have in my bank account. Bloody renovations.
Zero… signifies the level of energy I have at this moment. In order to ensure that chaos does not occur I need that number to remain at a steady 12.
Zero… the size pants I wore before birthing four humans.
Zero… the percent change my husband has at sex tonight.
Zero… naps taken in the last year.
Zero… consecutive nights that I have slept more than four hours since the twins were born. They…are…three.
Zero… the number of chores that I have accomplished by noon.
Oh yes I think it is fair to say that ZERO is the number of the day.
Now if I flip the switch and go all optimist for a minute, zero still have some significance here. Perhaps not absolutely everything is a bust around here…
Zero… accidents with sharp objects have occurred.
Zero… pukes from our dog. Which means zero times that I have had to drag the three hundred pound carpet cleaner out of the front hall closet.
Zero… snacks in this house which means that I can NOT possibly be getting any fatter today.
Zero…. sports tonight! OMG a free night from rec sports!
Zero… birthday, graduation or wedding events coming this weekend. A brief moment in the ever busy spring/summer schedule.
Zero… clouds in the sky. Ok, that is a lie. There are some wispy clouds up there but in Michigan if we can see the sun then we are calling it cloudless. We are a desperate, Vitamin D deprived lot us Michiganders.
Zero…bathrooms currently ripped up. Progress considering the last month.
Today’s number of the day guys.