I struggle for my sanity on a daily basis.
My brother found some plastic cockroaches at a rummage sale. He put them on the kitchen sink as a sight-gag or fright-gag that’s good for about two seconds. They’re still sitting there.
This is a dusty old house – so when I wash the dishes I occasionally find myself giving those cockroaches a bath.
Washing cockroaches is not my idea of sanity, ya know?
Lord, Help Me!
I struggle for my sanity every single day.