Wow

I am officially so crabby I could commit murder.

So crabby even I cant stand me.

Just too crabby to be alive right about now.


My day has sucked since the second Donavan STARTED saying he was Hungy at ohhh about 6:30.

BAH-LOGGY BLOGGY

welcome to the official stay home and clean day (though peeps can feel free to drop in and distract me haha). Ive been complaining a bit about how busy ive been in the last few days and how I just want to have a day to try to keep up. Well. I am skipping group counciling this week and getting things done.

I am making soup for supper tonight. Rolls or biscuits too. Yum.

I am getting caught up on laundry if it KILLS me (which it might). I need our house organized so I can finally start thinking about decorating for christmas.

I am a little cash short right now after my spending spree so I will be evaluating how far my cash will go and how much (I mean IF) I will need to borrow or reevaluate. Stupid things crept up... Like plating the van for example. LOL.

I need to think about the way the kids behave and come up with a game plan to deal with it and be more consistant.

And I have 10 minutes to dress the kids and make lunch adn get samara to school.

Ttyl.

Long Time No See... DEB

HAHA

trying to get into shape.

Ask me how thats going.

This monday was week 2 of "boot camp". It was awesome. A once weekly (monday) 1 hour exercise thing.

Im hurting a bit this week.

Deb, you missed an awesome workout.

Rain Rain!

Had coffee last night with deb, Great conversations, met some people, remet some people. And teh coffee was good!

It is insane out!

samara's birthday party was yesterday adn it went really well. Noone drowned adn tehre was a perfect amount of cake and pizza. Yay!

I hate typing errors. They annoy me. Bad enough to go back and fix them? Nah.

Cleaning on the agenda today. Kev said he would help but who actually knows. Im kind of looking around trying to decide what to do first. LOL.

AHHHH

Samara's party is closeeeee CLOSE CLOSE.

I am tired! And sore! And bored.

Amd praying for bedtime.

So Tired of This

I am crabby and I hate it. It is the crabby that will stay crabby until finally I blow up and am still crabby. I want to scream from teh crabby. It is constant.

I feel like I have to do everything. Then I feel unapprieciated (which I am). Then I feel like I am nothing significant because I am not gettign anything done. It is a vicious circle and I am really hoping it will change soon. (And I am willing to acknowlege that the only way to bring that about is to force it.)

Could always fall back on teh ol fake it til you make it.

Then there is the wonder of Donavan purposely doing wrong. In my face.

And samara throwing her fit this morning.

And being the 1 person responsible for taking the dog out EVERYTIME. (regardless what I am actually doing at the time.)

I want to go out tonight for a couple of hours but it isnt going to happen. I didnt actually expect it to but it was somethign I really wanted to do.

I guess being an adult is alot of not doing what you would like to do... And lots of cleaning,... And cleaning.... And cleaning.

Glee tonight to look forward to.
Work tomorrow morning and friday morning.
Van fixed tomorrow regardless if I have to walk to get the part and push the van down.
We have lots of food in the fridge and cupboards.
Bedtime for donavan in 2.5 hours. Samara and hour and a half afterwardish. (She is going to stay up and watch scooby doo. theres been a marathon on).

How I Love Shakespeare.

Midsummer Night's Dream is my favorite.

PUCK

How now, spirit! whither wander you?

FAIRY

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone:
Our queen and all our elves come here anon.