Melting faces and wearing wigs

I have to say, I now understand the expression "I want to pull my hair out!". It probably won't mean anything to you but pull up a chair (or a stump or a rock) and listen to my little pity party story. This tale begins in a quiet town full of quiet people and a very annoying mayor. The poor woman that this story is about naively goes about her business and works VERY hard to make life a little more comfortable for her little family. What does she do, you ask? Countless things, innumerable things, things that most people would scoff at and say they quit after being required to do them more than twice. But does this woman complain? No! Of course not........ OK, she complains sometimes. There, are you happy!? Anyway, she goes about, working hard and doing things that her family doesn't really even notice. One day she cleans from morning to evening, sweeping and mopping sticky, muddy floors, vacuuming carpet that a two year old so callously spit celery and carrot chunks onto, decluttering papers that have been strewn about by thoughtless fingers, cleaning the typhoid ridden childrens bedrooms that have been quarenteened for the protection of the public and doing dishes because the last clean cup was just used to drown Thomas the Train. She doesn't mind the work, it gives her time to think. And besides that, she likes the end result of her labors...... a clean, warm, comfortable home that the family can enjoy without threat of stepping on a stray lego, or bruising a toe from kicking a matchbox car. So she finishes her routine and that evening has an appointment that takes her away from the home. No problem, her responsible and caring husband is there to care for the little ones. As she returns home, a little later than she thought she would be, she is overtaken in the driveway by 2 superheroes who were screaming MOMMY!!!!!!! She is surprised that her children could become superheroes because she had hidden the superhero costumes on a high shelf, waiting to be pulled out next halloween when they would actually fit. She keeps a smile on her face and plays along with the excited power rangers, who are on a mission to show their strength by flexing their arms, which were bulging from the cotton that was stuffed into the outfits. She enters the, surprisingly, clean home and brushes off that the kids should have been in bed a half hour ago, once again, she has a smile on her face. As she ushers her children upstairs to prepare to retire for the evening, the superheroes request that they be allowed to sleep in their superhero outfits. Sure! No problem! She says positively, keeping the smile on her face. As she enters the childrens rooms, the smile melts into a face that can best be described with a scene of a movie. The movie is Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. They have found the HolyGrail and the bad guys have to show their stupidity by opening the grail and looking at it and as a result, all their faces melt off. That's right, MELT OFF! So now you can imagine what happened to the poor woman from the story. As her face melted away, revealing the devil inside, she entered the war zone. Books spewn on the floor, wanting so badly to be on their empty shelves where they belong, all the bedding torn off the beds, every toy bin emptied and turned over upside down to create a haphazard drum set, toys flung about, unplayed with but still moved from their rightful place, clothes scattered to the wind, shelves emptied of their contents. No pebble left unturned, no item left undisturbed. The woman found a voice in her that, honestly, belongs in a grown, robust lumberjack. She baratoned her disgust with the unfairness of the world and her anger about the messy rooms and messy toys and messy kids and messy this and messy that and messy blah blah blah. Finally she stormed downstairs and pouted in the messy computer room. And do you know what she came to realize, after way too much time? She is a stupid, silly, onery woman who ruined a very good evening and a potentially good bedtime. The woman learned a simple lesson that evening. The lesson being, messes don't mean anything, they don't mean that you are a dirty person, or that you live a chaotic lifestyle. Messes are what they are. Nothing more, nothing less. Messes had no right to make a child upset, or sad, and neither did the woman. She blew it. She completely blew it. She put the cleanliness of the home over her children and husbands feelings. She realized her mistake and vowed to change. Luckily, her children and husband are forgiving and quickly helped her escort the lumberjack voice back to the reccesses of her mind, hopefully, to be locked away for a very long time. Then they expertly duct taped her melted face back onto her skull, showing only a hint of the devil inside through her expressive eyes. Next time, maybe the woman SHOULD just pull her hair out, I imagine it is easier to wear a wig than it is to reattach a face.