neuroticgirl's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I trust you Yesterday was Caleb's birthday. The party isn't until Sunday but we had a little mini-party last night. With cake and happy meals and all of his presents from us and Ian and my mom. So my living room is now littered with about a million toys. Anyway, this morning I wake up and Caleb is standing beside the bed. Staring at me. And he looks all pitiful and finally manages to say, in as small of a voice as he could muster..
"I don't feel good at all, I don't want to go to school today. Because I don't feel good. I trust you, I don't feel good. Because I woke up too early and started playing but now I can't stop and I need to stay home so I can finish playing or else I won't feel good." Yeah right. Try that on someone else kiddo. He says "I trust you" when he means to say "trust me." I laugh every time he says it. I think that every dish in my house is dirty. I hate it when that happens. And my bathroom is staging a protest. I heard the sink and the tub planning a walk-out last night when I was trying to sleep. I don't know how everything gets so nasty when I seriously scrub it every saturday. Plus the lawn needs to be mowed. But I can't do that because billy would go into cardiac arrest if I touched his precious lawn mower. No skin off my back, I hate mowing the lawn. I have all these things that I need to do and I bet you 10 bucks, no wait, not 10 bucks, but something, I bet you something that I won't get shit done. Just for shits and giggles lets see what I do get done. Here's my list of stuff that I realistically plan on getting done today. @ the dishes @ laundry @ cleaning the bathroom (or at least the counter and sink) @ think of something to have for dinner @ actually make dinner as opposed to ordering take-out for the 3rd night in a row @ clean out the ferret cage @ give the dog a bath @ sweep and mop my kitchen floor because someone dropped their plate of cake and didn't tell anyone so we didn't realize that a clean-up was needed until the dog had spread the cake all over the floor and even though most of the cake is up I can still feel phantom crumbs when I walk. yuck I think that's it. Damn I should have let Caleb stay home from school and used him for cheap slave labor. 9:12 a.m. - 8.16.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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