My two year old went into my bathroom where the cats’ food and water is stashed and dumped it everywhere. He also emptied the conditioner and my contact solution into the bathtub. (At least it’s contained.)
The cats have decided to “mark” my bedroom and my clothes. They’re either mad or crazy. Join the club. I find myself plotting their untimely demise.
My left shift key isn’t working, causing minor typing frustrations.
We’re looking at expensive food sensitivity testing. On top of our expensive therapy and my sense of impending doom regarding our 1996 mini-van. Oh, and potentially a $100 orthodic shirt for up to 3 of my kids.
I have not once managed to have my act together for school lessons this year. I have a sneaking suspicion workboxes would work if I actually did it. But I haven’t.
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Said dumping two year old has decided against sleeping through the night again. Last night he woke up at 3:00 yelling. Not crying, or calling, just wandering through the house bellowing.
The non-stop rain for the past week has meant my very active boys have been house-bound. I keep asking what is disability, what is disobedience, what is just being stir-crazy? I’m pretty sure I haven’t got the ratios right once.
Banal complaints. Certainly less than many of my friends are dealing with. Yet, I feel like I’m being pulled under by the weight of the mundane. Or, to put it another way: pecked to death by baby ducks.
So what am I doing here? Don’t I have a conditioned bathtub to clean? Actually, we’ve got to go to another therapy appointment. I just felt like expressing my mommy-angst. Do I feel better? Hmmmm.