Day 1: Wednesday
Nathan's out of town, which in itself isn't all that bad, but that whole staying-home-with-the-kids-'round-the-clock thing is driving me batty.
I feel like I've been washing dishes all day. I knew I kept the big guy around for something;) As soon as I get everything cleaned up, someone NEEDS a drink. Well, you know what? I could use a drink...a good stiff one. And maybe a cigarette or three. Problem is, I don't drink much, so there's nothing in the house, and I quit smoking long ago. Maybe I'll find another means to relax.
Relax? humph...there's a novel idea. I tried to relax earlier, but my idea of relaxing these days is using the bathroom without an audience. That doesn't happen much because I forget to lock the door & both of the kidlets can open the door.
OMG! How much can this kid eat? "Momma, I want Pops." "Momma, I want a jelly sangwich." "Momma, can I have a piece of cheese?" You'd swear I never freakin' feed him. And why does his hunger wait until after the dishes are done? I keep hoping that I'll look over and find him sleeping, but that ain't happenin'.
I'm exhausted. Maybe tomorrow we'll do something fun. I have a feeling I'd have to take the interstate to get to the zoo, as my husband's directions are exactly Suzi-friendly. I mean, HELLO! At least write where I can read. What is it with men & their bad handwriting? Is it biological? Excessive testosterone=bad handwriting?
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