No really, is it nap time yet?
It is only 12:30 and it feels like I've been up FOREVER.
I hate days like this.
Carter didn't take his nap the last two days, which means I didn't get MY nap.
Bo has been working at 6:30 every morning so he goes to bed way early and is too tired to even talk in the evenings. He also worked till 9:30 last night.
I mopped my floor last night while Bo was on-call. Yep. Today the kids threw spaghetti. GREAT. Why, why, why??? Throw it tomorrow, not immediately after it was cleaned! (If you had the big ol kitchen floor that I did, you'd grumble cleaning it too.) ( . . . or maybe you wouldn't. . . )
Carter has learned to talk back. Fantastic
I found out I have a hole in my heart. Super. Apparently it's not that big of a deal, but still . . .
Meg got up this morning 2 hours earlier than she normally does.
Instead of fighting with Carter, I put on the TV. I don't know what I'd do if I lived back in the 1800's.
This one you'll love--- Sometimes I just get so sick and tired of being poor. HA!! There. I've said it. Oh girl, you've got a long ways to go. Especially if Obama gets his way. Ick.
Bo's working Saturday AND Sunday.
I think my kids and my calling are wearing me thin. I'm pretty sure I'm failing miserably at both.
If Carter grabs Megan's cheeks one more time. . . SO HELP ME.
If Bo doesn't take me on a trip this year, kidless, I'll go on one without him. I really think I will.
So far being 27 has not been fabulous. Not at all. What a year, what a year.
I think the gypsy in me is calling out for a new home, new location.
I don't answer the house phone anymore. They're never social calls.
Megan is crying and hanging on my legs.
I think I need a nap.
I'm ready for SPRING.