I really do feel bad when I write such a whiney and complainy blog post. I mean, really, who wants to read that? But I need to vent somewhere. My husband doesn't want to hear it. My best friend isn't as accesible by email as she used to be. So that leaves the blog. And since I don't have any followers, I guess I shouldn't be so worried about it.
Today I think I feel better because I've got an insane amount of sugar coarsing through my veins. Is that right, coarsing? Or coursing? Whatever. I'm really kind of jumpy and jittery and don't sneak up on me because I might wet myself. Probably not a good thing, but whatever gets me through the rest of the day.
Really, I should be focused on the weekend. I need to get a list prepared for the 5 year old's birthday party. Granted, I took the easy way out and planned it as a sleepover for his cousin's; but he's happy with that. We're going to paint pumpkins. And that's all I've got. The weather will be nice enough that they can play outside. I don't think it should require much more than that, should it? They are 2, 3 and 4 year olds. Not a hard age to keep entertained. Until they get tired. At which point, all hell breaks loose. But we'll cross that bridge when we get there.