Sunday....
.... and the blues stem from the meltdowns happening so frequently in my house rather than the fact that the weekend is drawing to a close and that I'll be going back to work tomorrow. Some days, I hit the ground running. ANYWHERE is better than hanging around screaming toddlers sometimes. Any bathroom at King's Island (an amusement park near Cincinnati, for those non-Midwestern folk) ranks up there at moments, and this is coming from the very squeamish girl. Don't get me wrong. I love these little creatures that I helped to create. I've poured a lot of the last three years into helping them become these little people of self-confidence. But I need to figure out a way to live through the next six months to a year. I hear that four is a much lovlier age.
...ok, off to drown my sorrows with some ice cream or custard. I'll bitch about my weight next. You know I will. Which will also be accompanied by my tails of bunion woe, and not going to the gym for a week. *sigh* Getting old at the ripe age of 28-nearly-29, I am.
2 Comments:
I called tonight and talked to Aaron for a few minutes. I wanted to go get a cold drink at barnes and Noble with you. It might have heped your blues, but not your weight! Or mine! Although, you were looking very hot last time I saw you, and not coz of the heat, coz you are office eye candy after all.
9:46 PM
I just don't have anything to say after reading that Judy said you are eye candy. Here I thought Judy was happily married and all...(Smiles)
How did your sil do with her testing?
2:52 PM
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