You know when something hurts and it just makes everything around you piss you off? Well that’s me today. I am a whiny baby, all because of one teeny, tiny boo boo.
It doesn’t look like much, but it is in the most inconvenient spot. I tried a Band-Aid, and was just too annoyed with it. I don’t know how much I can take; I’m losing it over a tiny cut.
This almost sent me into a tailspin because my gloves have a hole in them and since I can’t remember anything; I keep forgetting to buy more pairs.
|It's garbage day so the fridge got cleaned out|
This mess was all so Stella could make a tiny design for Teddy (using a screw she found)… (don’t ask I have no idea).
|I guess we all have to suffer for her art.|
My allergies are bothering me and I need to keep blowing my nose. Try to blow your nose without using that part of your finger, it’s not easy.
Teddy forgot his backpack, good thing Ted took him to school. It may have gotten ugly in the schoolyard. Ted had to come home, get the backpack and then bring it to him. For the record, I said as he gave me a kiss and was walking to the door, “Don’t forget your backpack. It’s on the dry sink.”
Alabama Worley just flat out refuses to stay off the couch now. I get her off of it, leave the room and she gets back on. She will now climb onto my lap while I’m sitting on the couch.
|Look at the defiance in her eyes...we'll see puppy dog|
I'm complaining, I know, but I know for a fact that all of this misery is because of this “horrible wound”. If I don’t make it though the day, thanks for reading!