The TMI Files. Happy Farking Birthday.You know you're on the right path when everything suddenly becomes all too hard.
Last week was a bit of a dog with a sick primate, but we got past that and the week started out okay.
Bummer it didn't stay that way.
So, monday, it's off to the doctor's to check a bit of a rash. Nothing too unusual, apply lotion for a few days and it'll be right.
Tuesday, it's off to the doctor's to check for possible cheek fracture after Magilla decided to see how sturdy the architraves are. (Hint: very bloody sturdy.
Wednesday, actually went okay, although no sleep as the rugrat is back in the habit of crawling into bed with me at odd hours, then expecting me to get up with her at the crack of dawn.
I know where Dawn can stick her crack. Grrrrr.
Thursday. Today I turn 39. I can live with that.
I can't live with: a) the eternal sunrise awakenings. b) having my day mapped out only to be thrown into disarray by the onset of gasp! headlice. c) no time to study. d) trying to work with a whiny youngster bleating. e) de-lousing a child whose two settings are fast and fullspeed.
or f) all of the above.
I think it might be time for that drink I've been promising myself for the last 3 months!