in the darkness of the house at 6:15 this morning, i slipped in a lake of cat pee while spying the pile of cat poop in another corner. while helping my almost 8 year old son get himself dressed before school (pathetic) i accidentally scratched his foot causing him to whine at me. so i chucked the clothes at him and made him do it himself. i snuck into s's room to wake her up and she snapped... "YOU SCARED ME!"
it's quarterly tax due day, i'm stressed and need to go to the gym to pound out my tension but have no time for there is too much to do before the bus comes at 3:10.
i have bedhead and two big zits and need to send my niece her birthday gift that's already late.
can you tell i've got things on my mind?