where you sit and wish it was almost over, and the clock hasn't even struck noon yet. Brendan is getting all sorts of teeth and is not handling it well to say the least. Took him to the doctor HOPING that the kid is suffering from a violent ear infection just so that we'd have some sort of explanation for all the crab-ass-ness, but no such luck. "He's getting teeth Mrs. L, gotta be patient!" Patient my ass. I was really starting to wonder how much I could get for him on eBay. Kidding! Don't call the DCFS on me just yet.
The humidity could not be any worse. I am a victim of "natural curl." Which in bad hair day terms is "FRIZZ-O-RAMA" in this kind of weather. I look like total white trash and it's way beyond my control, literally. I've tried all the hair products that vow to tame even the worst of the frizzies, but nothing can slick down this disaster. Nothing. Poor Brendan is taking after me in this department also. Together we look like we just walked through a carwash. Luckily the husband only midly teases about it and has chosen to stay with me in spite of all the horrible hair days. And they are horrible...trust me...
After putting the monster down for bed tonight I noticed that the husband left the cover off of the grill yesterday. Being the responsible wife that I am, stepped out to throw it back on. Um, bad idea! An entire family of HUGE BLACK BEETLES has formed a temporary breeding ground underneath, and I refuse to be the one to break up that kind of family. That shall remain on the ground until husband comes home.
Ugh, just one of those days. Thank God the monster was quite happy with popsicles and goldfish for dinner because this Momma was way too tired for anything else. I suppose I'm in for a lifetime of these days when the clock cannot turn slow enough. I'm assuming that's why God invented wine?