Myles was taking a hot pizza pan out of the oven (without my permission)...and when he did he sideswiped Haven who was sitting at the table.
(sigh)
She started bawling and then knocked over her hot chocolate which got on her hands and she cried harder.
(sigh)
Myles started bawling because he felt bad...
i am thinking that it is bedtime...
"bedtime everybody"
:)
I am being tested.
It is crazy.
Kale was up all last night screaming with an ear infection. Kyle had taken him to the hospital Saturday night for the same reason and had recieved a perscription... which he didn't fill the next day... because he didn't think that pharmasies were open on Sundays...
an honest mistake .... ?
But i was still seething with anger... then ... compassion... what else could I do?
I gave Kale some Tylonal and rubbed his back until he crashed.
But then this morning the kids were testing me.... and I failed...
:(
They drove me crazy begging for every breakfast food under the sun and I caved... then they wanted to get their own cereal and ended up pouring salt instead of sugar on it...
wow... such a simple mistake...
but to me... still semi-upset at Kyle, no sleep, and feeling aweful about yesterdays horrid excuse for somethign that would never pass for parenting....
I failed...
I am trying to salvage the day from here...
I just dont want to mess things up worse than i already have...
:(
I need my oomph and my sence of humour back...
I better start looking...
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“Never retreat, never retract, never apologize; just get the thing done and let them howl. ” |
| Nellie McClung |
It is one of those days.
:(
You know what I mean...?
I am experiencing one of those days where you want to be anywhere but where you are...
The weight of the world, nothing seems to be going right, the tears are just waiting for the right moment.
I can't explain why I feel this way...
And of course i feel guilt... I should be happy... I have lots to be happy about.
But I am not happy...
not right now...
:(
Well,
I have been on a huge veggie sausage kick.
I eat them once a day. Saurkraught, mustard..... toasted bun...
:)
The brand that I buy is called "Spicy Italian Veggie sausages by YVES"...
If you enjoy sausages.... you might enjoy these ones... as a matter of fact, buy them and then try and pass them off as meat ones and see if anyone notices...
It seems as though the second someone finds out that something is "healthy", they will assume that it tastes like crap....
:P
now i am hungry....
This is a cub car cut out and painted to look like an SG...
I am going to be attempting a pink one...
Mwahahahahah....
It is good to be Ikki....
>:)
Well, here it goes.
Me despirately trying to imagine what on earth to write about.
My fan base is begining to turn on me. I am currently on the phone with my sister who is within the throws of telling me the flogging i am going to recieve if i don't get to blabbing about my life...
So, I guess i'll write about that fact that I am taking some satifaction in leaving comments to articles on the Amherst Daily News Website. My editor hasn't been posting my blogs so I had to find an outlet.
Maybe Brad is on vacay or maybe he is sick....
who knows...
:)
but in the meanwhile, I get a mild kick out of leaving my opinion to what others have written.
In other news,
I went to the movies last night to see "The Bucketlist"... and I must say that it was much much better than i was expecting it to be. I even got choked up at one point and couldn't breathe.
This has happened 2 other times where i got emotionally upset to the point of not being able to breathe. One of those 2 times was when i saw my 7 year old running for me at the end of the Marathon I ran last year.
What a scarey feeling. I find it hard to breathe... but i still get oxygen.... I pretended that it isn't happening but it is still very scarey.
here i am now....
I am waiting for my kids to arrive.
Kyle is taking Myles to Beavers (they are making Beaver Buggies).... and then I am going to my sister's SuperBowl Party.
YAY!!!
:)
I'll blog more later...
gotta have some tea...
and finish my laundry...
