Brendan is TEN today. Ten years old!
Ten years ago right now, I was out cold in my hospital room, having been in labour for 14 hours and then a c-section. Chris was passed out beside, asleep in a chair. Brendan was in the nursery, wowing the nursing with his chubbiness. They were awed by the fact that a 9.10 lb baby came out of a 4′9″ woman.
Happy Birthday Brendan! You rock dude.
Drink two glasses of wine…gear up….the start tossing 25 cm of accumulation like you’re 15. Forget about your siatic nerve.
Find yourself UNABLE to move 30 minutes later.
OUCH!
I still can’t put my own socks on!
so nothing new to even post about. busy busy busy. Today our butcher came for lunch, and our sign guy and the deputy mayor…all at different tables of course.
A waitress we recently fired it being pissy and demanding and I want to fucking punch her (I have RAGING PMS). I think I am going to throw in the towel and hire a fucking book keeper. It tooooo much work for me. It makes me feel…STUPID. I mean..really it does. Someone needs to set me up and I will fill in the blanks. I hate how we’re doing it now (not). Tomorrow I’m going to make Chris call a book keeper to come to our rescue.
ugh.
DOUBLE UGH WITH PMS PILLS ON TOP!
must have chocolate.
zxanaxz possibly as well.
*sigh*
*heavy heavy sigh*
well the vomit has left the building.
but the sneezes remain..they never know when they’ve over stayed their welcome.
Not too sick though just a little sniffly.
I tried to quit my job the other day.
I work Friday.
