And on top of it all

I have kind of lost track of time.
So, I folded clean laundry that had been piling up in the family room since Sam decided he needed to pour a school project "lava lamp" made of oil, salt, water and red food dye into a Hersey's novelty truck made of perforated metal. In his bedroom, on his bed, all over his comforter. He said that he had been planning for days, weeks possibly, before he choose to do this. There were actually a number of items that he was considering to pour the lava lamp into. The truck was the only one he could find. I wondered why I hadn't heard him scream when he "knocked" over the bottle. It was because he hadn't knocked it over. He poured it.
I think that was some time 2 weeks ago (it's all starting to run together).

Have you ever had to figure out how to clean up a non-Newtonian fluid, made of what really kind of amounts to water and corn flour? By non-Newtonian, I mean, it's liquid and it pours, but it also resists movement and sudden changes in force. Hit it, and you'll bounce off it. Go slow, it doesn't. Hit it with a hammer hard enough, the puddle shatters. <a href='http://www.google.com/search?q=oobleck' target='_blank'>Google oobleck</a>. That's really what it's called.
Try to push it, and it pushes back, or breaks into little clumps and "rolls" away, or it just fights you and makes it hard to clean up.
Mother's Day evening. I got to figure out how to do it (this time with Blue food coloring).
Seems the best way was to just put a paper towel over it. In a second or two, the towel is soaked, and the oobleck has kind of started to be powder. Brooms work good then.
At this point, I am expecting spills. Big messy spills. Spills that stain things. Spills that make really big messes.
Of course, then the ssh probe attacks get started, and then the router goes wonky.
Something killed the new router. I'm back on the old one. And I am surprised that the old one is even working, as the reason for the one was that I thought the old one had died.
Right now I'm starting to think there is either a problem with the cable company and their gear, or I've just been getting hammered by port scans. There was this one morning where Cox's permit person was out front measuring things while we were waiting to put the kids on the bus. Seems that there was a bad cable between the heads infront of my house. Maybe I should call them.
And thus begins the end of May. Hopefully, this year it doesn't try to kill me.