Shoved to Them
I’m nursing a migraine for the third day straight. I just want to curl up in a ball in the dark and sleep until it goes away. Last night at 1AM, I considered using the Computer Guy’s cordless drill to relieve the pressure in my noggin. I couldn’t find the batteries. You know it’s bad when brain surgery by Black and Decker sounds like a good idea.
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My prayer buddy is working overtime on the school and moving front. Nothing I can share today, but definite improvements. Thanks, PB! Now can you add in a lottery win? Thanks.
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We’re going to the drive in tonight with my children and a couple of their friends. I haven’t been to a drive in for years. What will I wear?
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I’m putting the neighbors on notice : Just because I’m home all day with my children doesn’t mean I want to be home all day with yours. Can you find something for them to do that doesn’t include destroying my house? That would be great. It would also be cool if you made sure they had food. They keep coming over here for lunch, snacks, and begging for dinner. It doesn’t have to be grand, glass of water and crust of bread should be fine.
I wouldn’t mind a child or two, but 10 or more in addition to my six in my house everyday is ridiculous. I didn’t choose to be a stay at home mom so that I could raise your children. Thanks.
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Dark chocolate gelato is divine. Why haven’t I had this before now?
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I’m kind of tired of people asking if I’m pregnant.
“I’m having a bad day and want to cry.”
“Are you pregnant?”
“This migraine is making me nauseated.”
“Are you pregnant?”
I get to have emotions and be queasy for the same reasons as other people. Stop asking me. You’re being annoying. (Stop yourself, Nod and LarryD. You don’t want to ask.)
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The Computer Guy makes a nice salary. Somehow we still qualify for free school lunches. There’s such a thing after all, you just have to have 6 kids to get it.
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I’m tired, my head is caving in, and I’m a grump. I’m putting myself in time-out and maybe even down for a nap.
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