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I also feel like the last straw is coming.
My son is potty training. Today was one of his not-so-good days and I've cleaned up after him four times. He tries. Really, he does. But a few times he just didn't make it to the bathroom.
My five-year-old is on a ragged edge because I committed the high crime of expecting her to pick up the playroom. These kids have way too many toys, and every single one of them is on the floor. I even told her how to pick up one group of toys at a time and bins to put them in (one for Lincoln Logs, one for puzzle pieces, one for Barbie stuff, that kind of thing), and she's been howling all afternoon. It does not help that she stayed up too late last night.
I was supposed to have a couple people over tonight to sort things for scrapbooks, but no one bothered to call to say yea or nay. I'm assuming nay, and frankly, I'm relieved because I'm damn tired.
My husband has an unexpected meeting with his student team tonight to put the polish on a presentation they have to make. We give his schoolwork a high priority, but tonight is just not a good night for it.
My teenager is going on a mission trip to Mexico on Saturday. She will be staying overnight elsewhere on Friday, and has only tomorrow to shop for items she needs. She informed me of the shopping bit only today. Her father is supposed to be paying her way on this trip, but somehow he "forgot" to give her the money when they were on their 8-day trip to California, so I have to cough up the bucks and hope to get it back from him. That was also sprung on me today.
Pat Buchanan is on my television babbling some crap about Felt bringing down an "enormously popular" president and being a slap in the face to those who died in Viet Nam. Whatever, Pat. You're a lunatic.
I think I'm just really tired.
I have no idea why I typed all that out, as if the general public is interested, but there it is.
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