Tonight was quite a catastrophe. Toward the end of the evening (translated 3 kids in bed, one to go), I dashed off a quick email to a few friends. Which is quite funny to me. I felt better after sending a quip out into the faceless world of the internet - hoping my plight would be received by those who know me well.
Here is how it went:
Pardon me, but I must gripe and hubs is in the OR. Yes, at 8:45.
I am about to self-combust from frustration from 5th grade Science projects and procrastinating, creative, sweet, innocent, loving, cute boys. Particularly the one whom I birthed at 11:45 am on Thursday on the 17th day of the 7th month in the 97th year of 1900.
Did you know that I birthed a child on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday? Now that is something to be absolutely and completely proud of.
I am positive I would not feel this frustrated if I had eaten chocolate today. But I am trying not. I even drank black decaf at Starbucks yesterday. and I hate coffee. What am I becoming?
Did you know that my birthday is exactly 13 days from this current, cold February day. It had better be warm, that is all I have to say, and sunny. with presents. lots.
Ahhh. I feel better now. Off to chug some apple cider rendition I found in my refrigerator!
and to make popcorn. :)
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