It's Friday, and it's raining. Again. I'm feeling especially draggy today. The nastiness outside just makes me want to curl up under a quilt and read until I fall asleep. I'm staring at Red (the office fish). He just puffed up and gave me his best fighting fish-face. Guess he's feeling gloomy too. Shall I whine some more, or shall I actually talk about something with substance? Hmmm. Feel like whining.
IwanttogohomeI'mreallytiredofbeingheretodayI'vehad
acrazylongweekandit'sstillnotoverWhenwillitbeover
Idon'tknowprobablyneverthat'showifeelrightnowthissecond
IjustlookedattheclockandthoughtSURELYit'sfivebynowbutitsnot.
**SIGH** I feel much better now thanks. I just took a swig of the world's worst coffee, and as soon as it hits my veins I'll be fine. I left the house in a wreck this morning. BabyDaddy finally came home from his training/farting around in Tennessee. I watched him as he surveyed the damage. I saw him take in the over-turned laundry basket, the congealing dishes in the sink, the dog gnawing on a stale rice cake, and a little trail of rainbow goldfish crackers leading to the Muffin's closet.... His eyes got bigger and bigger, and then he looked at me and I calmly said, "I have been a single parent for 4 days. In those four days, company came over twice, your son cut three teeth, and the dog ate my toothbrush. DO. NOT. SAY. A. WORD. He didn't. :) Smart man, that BabyDaddy.
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