Before my caffeine had even kicked in this morning Fiona had pooped on the floor. To her defense she was trying to get her underwear off and get on the potty but didn't make it in time. While I was cleaning up that charming gift she went upstairs and took a tube of toothpaste and smeared it all over herself. No excuse for that! I managed to refrain from yelling at her for her first offense, but the second one? Nope. I lost it, chucked her in the tub and used the word "naughty" about 50 times in 2 minutes.
Now I am searching through my 4 obsessions to figure out some way to turn this damn day around. Yarn shopping therapy ain't gonna cut it today and it doesn't look like I'll get the time to do any therapeutic reading. So I'm going to pack the two entropy kids in the van and head to the market to buy a load of strawberries and some whipping cream; I think another big batch of those terrific cream puffs is on the horizon and I also believe that after this morning, I deserve to eat as many of them as I want.
2 comments:
Sounds like a rather frustrating morning Kate - so sorry! Cream puffs. Yes. For me it would be dark chocolate and LOTS of it. followed by ice cream.
Perhaps if the weather is nice there's a pool you can go to or someplace to go for a long walk in the woods?...
Hope the day improves!
That opening sentence is one of the best I've read in anything. That even tops the opening line of One Hundred Years of Solitude.
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