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Quarter to 1

Soon Andy's speech therapist will be here and it looks like th toy box vomitted in the living room.  I have no motivation to clean it up but I know that I will get to it before she arrives.  Andy is being a major brat today and I want to lock him in his room.  I won't, but I want to.  I am not even going to bother trying to get him to nap before his session.  I don't want to aggrevate myself to the level that I was aggravated to yesterday.  It was so bad I swore I wasn't cooking and ordered Chinese instead.   If he comes over to me and shoves another book in my hand, I don't know, I may collapse into a pile of mushy goo.

So tonight will be Clean-out-all-the-leftovers-from-the-fridge night.  I'm okay with that.  

Joey is asleep in the carseat in the kitchen.  

I just got home, went out and got Steve's Father's Day present.  Nothing too exciting.  

I have a headache and I'm tired. 

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sweetjezebel
Jun. 14th, 2006 10:11 pm (UTC)
Sounds frustrating! :( (((HUGS))) I'm sure tomorrow will be much better :)
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