I promised myself I would try to write every day, and so I am. But I'm not really in the mood. I'm grumpy, and I strongly suspect a visit to "the red tent" is imminent. But nonetheless, here I am.
I had planned to have a couple of inspiring pictures - a neat one of a quilt using all the crayola crayon colors, and a fun one of Hershey's kisses. But for some reason Blogger won't let me upload pictures tonight. (sigh) Kind of goes with the rest of the day.
Today was "picture day" at school. I remembered to wear my favorite green sweater, the one that looks so good with my hair and my eyes. I'll probably still have a geeky picture. Little known fact: the school picture curse lasts into adulthood.
My son is in the bathtub, "making it rain" and singing "Jingle Bells". Go figure.
My dad fussed at me because he, of his own free will, took Aaron to buy soccer cleats and "they were expensive!". (another sigh)
My middle son is circling me, fussing about a missing piece of paper. I am ignoring him.
He is also yelling at his older brother. (3rd sigh)
There is no way I'm going to have enough money to make it until next Wednesday. Next week is going to be interesting.
I had a weird dream last night about doing something bad and being in trouble with the law and going to jail. (Disclaimer: none of those things have ever really happened to me.) I was so relieved when I woke up, it was so real.
One of my co-teachers was bugging the shit out of me at faculty meeting today. I truly loathe faculty meetings.
My daughter started voice lessons tonight. Her voice teacher (also Joseph's voice teacher) says she's very talented. I knew that.
Now my middle son is grumbling, loud enough for all of us to hear, that he has "no privacy around here!" Join the club.
Ex-spouses, of all genders, are truly a source of irritation. I enjoy being one to my ex-husband. Kind of payback for him being a complete and total idiot.
I think I'll take my kids and go live in a cave. Or Switzerland.
Okay, I'm done now. Is it Friday yet?