Monday sucks the big green weiner.
March 27, 2006
Well it’s Monday. Yeah, no shit sherlock. Brilliant deduction. I have a point. Stay with me here. Being Monday, everything that could go wrong, has gone wrong.
Troll Baby and I are sick. We both have a lovely respiratory viral something-or-other and if it isn’t that giving me a headache from coughing, it’s his constant crying and lack of sleep. According to the doctor at Sick Kids, there is nothing you can do ma’am. I’m ready to rip my own head off. Or my lungs out. Or something. These are the days I wish I had a mother. You know with a real heart, not one made of cold, hard stone.
I was up late to get Dylan off to school, though we managed to rush through the early morning tasks and he got out the door in time. Talk about dizzy. Oy.
Top that off with my period arriving. Oh yeah. I’m so happy I could shit.
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Okay, I need to find a small tool off the vaccuum and stick it in my nostrils. I’m sure that’ll provide relief.
The best part about typing this post? A squirmy, 3 foot snotbag on my lap. He keeps talking to me in the cutest little stuffy head voice. I love him to pieces and if I could take all our sickness onto myself, I would. Pray for a two nap day for me everyone!
