Meteor Shower

I had the strangest dream last night that an airplane had hit our house during a storm in the middle of the night. We were all sleeping in Ri's room and I was looking out the window at this airplane circling around amongst the black clouds (it was a smaller plane, not a commercial one). I was thinking that it couldn't be safe for an airplane to be out in that storm. Then, the airplane started falling and hit our house. We all ran to see the damage and saw that it wasn't a huge explosion like an airplane would make, but was a meteor shower! The house was being bombarded by meteors!

Hmmmmm....at first, I wondered what that dream could mean. Then, I realized that it was probably my way of dealing with the "meteor shower" that I deal with daily. Here's what I mean:

Note the bag of lettuce (that I spent time chopping and washing!) that has been dumped on the floor and the laundry that was once on the couch in neatly folded piles.

I left the bathroom for 2 minutes to get a washcloth to use on him. This is what I returned to:

The silver thing on the floor is the bottom of the toaster oven. No matter how many times I put it away, he pulls it back out again. Why do I bother? He always plays with my blender bowl, too.

Here he is playing in the sink and throwing dishes and more lettuce onto the floor.

Today, it was black beans. I cooked some black beans and they were cooling on the stove so that I could use the food sealer to freeze them and I came into the kitchen and J had pulled the chair over to the stove and there were black beans covering the kitchen floor. He has also emptied out the silverware drawer onto the floor, which is good because earlier in the day, he had dumped a glass of water into the drawer. I told everyone at dinnertime that if they needed silverware, it was on the floor in the kitchen. Maybe we should have a dinner party.

Well, I guess it's better than a meteor shower, right?