Temper: short.
Don't care anymore about things like: matching/right-side-out socks for myself or children. If the weather is acting fall or spring.
On the plus: almost snarfed a big cookie for breakfast, had cereal and apple instead.
Must stop: swearing in front of children in the middle of the night, considering gunplay as a plausible option.
Tomorrow will be a better day? Morning cookie exchange and writers/wine at night.
Making me ill: wastefulness. Of money, of products. I could make a list of things.
My toe: hurts.
Must also stop: picking at toenail.
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Something I'm not blogging about, but wish I could without feeling guilty: the new job I took that involves watching a 2-month old in 24-hour shifts. As in, overnight. As in, I'm responsible for dealing with whatever happens between the hours of 1-6am which, stunning as it may seem, tends to be a lot. So I TOTALLY hear you about swearing at the children in the wee hours. Because, I'm sorry -- who the fuck is up at 3:30 in the morning?? Or, better -- WHY?? I just feel guilty for getting fed up at someone who's not even my kid. ...Which, PS, has led to an awful lot of cookies for breakfast, and a major Starbucks habit.
sorry about the night stuff... i watche most of the first season of the next top model-y type show in reruns when elijah was a wee one... but hey COOKIES tomorrow!!! YUM-freaking-O!!!!!! the swearing... ummm, not so much about the middle of the night for me...more like driving on our crazy roads. the weather sucks...not christmas-y...bad coastal weather... sorry your toe hurts...get hubby to kiss it ot make it feel better... i mean after all he got you in this position of up all-night-breastfeeding-never-ending-hungry-child...i always blame mine anyway...cookies tomorrow...gooooodddddd!
poor toe.
suck it up! soldier.
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