I'm feeling sorry for myself today.
I think it's because I ate Kraft macaroni and cheese for lunch, followed by cake that I made on impulse, and the butter/sugar/preservative/dietary disaster goop of it all is flowing through my bloodstream and bringing me down.
And also because this morning when I fed Norah at 6 I really, really wanted to fall back asleep, but instead I lay awake plotting ways to not have to be on the PTSA board next year, and I don't know how I'm going to accomplish that (not being on the board).
And also because my rotter mailperson once again decided she didn't need to deliver my mail, because there was a car parked in the general vicinity of my mailbox. I love getting the mail and it makes me grumpy that I have a rotter mailperson.
And also because most of the time the internet and people's blogs make me happy, but sometimes they are depressing because I'm not as fill-in-the-blank as all these amazing people out there, and today was one of those days.
And also because I just fed Isaac lunch and he's "still hungry."
And also because I threw my passport away, so I couldn't be in Italy with Steve right now, even if I tried.
And also because I just told the world wide web that my husband is out of the country.
And also because two kids wet the bed this morning.
And also because I have a lot, lot, lot to do. And I'm procrastinating.
And I think that's all.