I have been horribly cold and nauseous for days now... after weeks of my back hurting. The baby factory has done been burnt down, so don't even go there. I've been wallering in my bed eating Sonic ice and popsicles. It. just. will. not. go. away. And yes, I am aware that the ice and popsicles are not helping with me being cold. I just don't think I can handle drinking anything hot.
My. house. is. a. wreck.
Double Shot was near impossible to get out the door this morning and Mr. Macchiato is going to be late for work. That after a wonderful night of problems with Double Shot. Who says teen boys are easier than teen girls??? They need to be beat. He is moodier and more difficult to handle than the girls combined! LORD. Have. Mercy. Please!
All my Christmas decorations are still up. In my world, that is a crime. They never go up before Thanksgiving and they get put up on the 1st. That is just how it is supposed to be.
It is windy. Stupid Lu can't even handle a breeze. She paws at the door and then throws herself against it if you don't open it soon enough. She was flipping out and when I opened the door she and Benny both barrelled through right past me and the towel... tracking mud all the way down the stairs. Just following them downstairs and getting them in their crates about did me in. Of course, Benny is whining and wants to play. NO!!! They are lucky I have no strength.
I never even showered yesterday. Today is Chai Tea's day off and we have plans to go pay her tuition and buy her books. She told us how much it was going to be yesterday and the total was not right... which means I'm going to have to go round with the cashier and get that figured out. I don't even know how I'm going to pull myself together and get out the door.
I warned you. Nothin' but p*ssin' and a moanin' this morning. Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nuthin.