Having One Of THOSE Days
Ever have one of those days where your head is on the verge of self combustion and you feel like throttling the mail woman just because the dogs barked when she opened the mail box? Of course you have! And I'm having one helluva skull combusting, mail woman throttling day!
I'm not sure why...I woke up okay. And I'm not sure when the day turned sour. But right about now I am praying for bed time to suddenly skip the time line and appear before it should and for a glass of wine to mysteriously appear in my hand.
Joey worked all day, then he went for a 'quick' beer after work with his coworkers. Of course he didn't get home until after we had eaten supper and I had packed up the left overs. Of course. Then he mows down his food while walking around and getting changed and heads off to play ball hockey...leaving me with an upset kid who just wanted to see daddy and a butt load of dishes on the counter that he didn't bother to even put in the sink, let alone the dish washer! Marlow has been sooo rotten today. All 'no's' and slapping. She has broken three toys today....on purpose. She bit her cousin....she never bites. She slapped me a couple of times. She ripped up a book because I told her no she could not have a snack this soon after supper...she should of eaten more supper. She pulled all of her diapers out of their package and spread them across her room.
I'm feeling a little ostrich like. I just want to bury my head...sand...a pillow...booze, doesn't really matter how, and wait for the storm to pass. It's another hour and a half until Marlow's bedtime, another two or two and a half hours until Joey get's home....and that means it's at least another three or more hours before I can have some wine, a bubble bath, and a bed!
Hopefully tomorrow is more a smile alot, have a blast, love even the spiders in my house sort of day.
I'm not sure why...I woke up okay. And I'm not sure when the day turned sour. But right about now I am praying for bed time to suddenly skip the time line and appear before it should and for a glass of wine to mysteriously appear in my hand.
Joey worked all day, then he went for a 'quick' beer after work with his coworkers. Of course he didn't get home until after we had eaten supper and I had packed up the left overs. Of course. Then he mows down his food while walking around and getting changed and heads off to play ball hockey...leaving me with an upset kid who just wanted to see daddy and a butt load of dishes on the counter that he didn't bother to even put in the sink, let alone the dish washer! Marlow has been sooo rotten today. All 'no's' and slapping. She has broken three toys today....on purpose. She bit her cousin....she never bites. She slapped me a couple of times. She ripped up a book because I told her no she could not have a snack this soon after supper...she should of eaten more supper. She pulled all of her diapers out of their package and spread them across her room.
I'm feeling a little ostrich like. I just want to bury my head...sand...a pillow...booze, doesn't really matter how, and wait for the storm to pass. It's another hour and a half until Marlow's bedtime, another two or two and a half hours until Joey get's home....and that means it's at least another three or more hours before I can have some wine, a bubble bath, and a bed!
Hopefully tomorrow is more a smile alot, have a blast, love even the spiders in my house sort of day.
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