For the first time in the nine months (today, she is nine months, can you all believe that?) my Baby Girl is sleeping with a pacifier. At least she is sleeping. I am, in the meantime, still nursing a headache from yesterday. It sucks. My three year old is washing his hands after a potty trip, with every intent to flood the kitchen. My 19 month old is beating me over the head with the broom handle, it isn't helping my headache, but, it is keeping her from screaming. Never mind, I take that last part back. Her little voice has returned to a fevered pitch, which is like shooting shards of glass through my aching brain.
My laptop isn't working. I spent 17 hours on the phone yesterday with some dude in Bangladesh, in order to send my laptop to be repaired in Texas. Go figure.
I had a notice from the Municipal Code Enforcement Division yesterday. They want the dead tree that is hovering over our house cut down immediately, or at the very lest within the next 15 days. My landlord is already murmuring about it being dead but not 'dry' dead and speculating that it might have been killed 3 years after it died by the spray the nursery (that we payed) used to kill the poison ivy. *sigh* Why can't anything ever be easy?
We are approaching the weekend. I'm not sure if I should anticipate this time with the children or dread it. Usually, I love the weekends because I have them home, but, as of late, tempers are running high between my boys. *sigh*
I am thinking about cleaning myself up and putting on make-up to go to a free beer tasting event tonight. I will probably not go. I hate going alone, almost as much as I hate being with strange people...which would rather defeat the purpose, right? Except for the beer. I love beer.