For such a short month, February has thoroughly kicked the crap out of me.
In just 28 short days I have:
- attended a weekend Beaver camp
- travelled to Vancouver for 5 days with 2 kids
- dealt with Nicholas getting sick not once but TWICE and Lillian once
- sprained my freaking ankle, which now looks like it's been painted with blue ink
- missed out on more hours of sleep than is healthy (thank you Lily and Fingers)
- taken part in the regular day-to-day parenting of two kids and running of our house
So, February, go away. Let March come in and be kind to me. Somehow, the Magic of March will sweep into my house at midnight tonight and the dishes will be washed, the floors will be vacuumed, and the laundry will be washed, folded, and put away.
Hello world!
1 year ago
Posts
10 comments:
Wow...I'm trying to think of anything I really DID in February. Uhhh...spent time entertaining my niece and nephew while my sister and brother in law re-paint their place to sell it. Uhhh...spent some time with an aunt who came through town. Oh, and spent another month in depressing servitude at a job I find nothing more than tiringly dull. Hu...zah?
Come apply at Sperry. They're hiring, you know!
HAPPY NEW MONTH!
Here's hoping that the 31-day March at least spreads out its evil for you.
I'm flipping the calendar and not looking back, I tell you.
Yesterday's milkshake incident (the bottom of the blender wasn't on properly and I dumped 1/2 a liter of milk on the floor) and bathtub incident (Lily's tub plug wasn't in right and I dumped water all over the kitchen table) proved to me that February truly did have it in for me. Go way crappy month.
Screw you, February! Screw you in...in a particularly unpleasant manner! Yeah!
I could work at Sperry, but part of the problem is, I'm realizing I'm rather tired of warehouses. I guess that's a good a kick in the butt as any to go get myself enrolled for Righand training.
I was thinking more along the lines of officework. But I see your point.
I'll see that point, and raise you 2 more!
Ummm...they just announced that they're shutting off the phones at work. Does this mean genocide is coming?
It's been nice knowing you Cliff!
I think the shutting off of the phones means that they haven't paid their bills.
Better get that resume to me before I'm done.
Well, they were soon back on, and, hey, no mass murder! Well, not on the lower floor anyway. The upper floor's all sales, so...whatever, really.
Post a Comment