So if I were a baby tonight, this would be me.
I am just in the mood to throw a good, old-fashioned tantrum, kicking, crying, wailing-til-I-get-the-hiccups just to get it all out. Maybe I should lock myself in the bedroom and do that anyway, after the kids are asleep?
I can’t even begin talking about everything that’s going wrong without crying and at the moment, I am just tired of wavering on the verge of tears, so…I’ll pass.
Oh man, I can’t believe this. The phone just rang and it’s someone I haven’t heard from in ages (thankfully) who only calls to try to dig up family gossip so she can use it against everyone later on. And she calls today, the rotten cherry on top of a strikingly annoying day. Thank goodness we have caller ID and I didn’t actually have to speak to her.
(How did we live before caller ID?)
And thank the Lord that every day is new, with no mistakes in it, because I’m already looking forward to tomorrow morning. It HAS to be better than today.