Today was supposed to be a sleeping-in day. Rob was supposed to go back to work today, but woke up in the wee hours with a screaming headache, and is now sleeping it off in bed. So in addition to administering to all the animals and their stupid needs, I am trying to tip toe around, and not wake Daddy. I snuggled in Leila's bed with her and read her a few chapters of the book we're gnawing on, but she wanted me to stop mid chapter, and she put her head under her covers because she said my breath was bad. Well, suck it up, sister, yours is no treat, either.
AND ANOTHER THING! Why - WHY! - must people in my neighborhood have gardeners who start with their blowers and their mowers at 7 in the morning? I just want some peace, people! I want to be able to take care of my own needs, like - I don't know - going to the bathroom before I take care of the needs of children and animals and husbands! Jeez!
And now, to top things off, Leila is playing puppy, and is in her room... barking. Someone kill me.
p.s The dog was just barking outside, for the second time this morning, and my blood is already boiling so I stomped off to kill him, and when I went outside to strangle the shit, the pocket of my bathrobe caught on the door handle and ripped off. I think I'm gonna cry. I'm checking into the motor lodge tonight, I swear to God.