Tuesday started out a chilly rainy day- that should have been my first sign, cause it only got worse from there. See I forgot to put my sheets in the dryer the night before, so when The Schroeder brought them in I was uncomfortably asleep, still dressed, and had to wake up to make the bed- sometime after midnight.
Then I groggily sent the Girl Child off to school the next morning, didn't get a lick of work done except to make the bed again. Even young women's was taxing on the traitor elbow as we weeded a widow's flower beds. And to top off the night it was that time of the month- no, not for me, for the Girl Child.
The monthly vomiting. all.night.long. It was worse than having a new born. 11-2 puking on and off, then again at 3:30 and 5:30. What I'd like to know is how on earth she wakes up early after a night of that, and by early I mean before 9.
I feel like Tuesday's a never ending day-almost like ground hog day, but with more throw-up.
I've had to stretch the limits of my sad imagination to keep this girl busy, but not active. Drawing- she likes to design dresses, watching movies- but only half at a time, reading, paper crafting, my poor head is about to burst! But doesn't she know by now- I'm just not that creative?
And worse the sunshine is mocking us both- come out and play on the slip-n-slide it beckons, soak up my rays he calls- in a taunting voice. Doesn't he know my entire couch is piled with laundry to be folded and put away?Isn't he aware of the soreness that barfing all the live long night causes? Doesn't he care?
I think I need a good night's sleep to put this all into perspective, and to end- once and for all, this no good very bad terrible rotten day.