A foot A FOOT on March 19th. This is so deeply offensive.
THEN add to that a dead (and I mean DEAD) snow blower.
What does that mean?
(If you guessed, "I guess that means you had to shovel the driveway", then you could not be more WRONG.)
It means I'll be going nowhere until the darn snow melts. MELTS I say.
(Shovel? I'm sorry, I don't understand that. Come visit. See my driveway, THEN talk to me about shoveling.)
Then this morning, I was TRYING TO BE A NICE PERSON, so I betook myself (and the dog) outside at 6-frickin'-am to do his business, and clean off Derek's car. (BECAUSE I'M A NICE PERSON!) And I fell down ALL the stairs. (THERE ARE 8 OF THEM). Now, there is a strange numbness in a portion of my back.
I did not clean off Derek's car. I HAVE MY LIMITS.
And this darn winter is PUSHING THEM WAY BEYOND MY HAPPINESS.
I did not intend, when I came here today to gritch about the weather. BUT APPARENTLY THAT IS WHAT IS HAPPENING.
EVERYONE has a runny nose again. AGAIN. What is this, JANUARY?
Can someone please tell me, if it is possible for a two-year-old to poop in his SLEEP, because I declare that is what is happening. I thought you had to be awake to do so, but he is proving otherwise. EVERY SINGLE MORNING, Derek or I rush in there to catch him as he is waking to get him to the potty in time and EVERY SINGLE MORNING he is greatly distressed because he has ALREADY DONE HIS BUSINESS.
Pull-ups are NOT designed for that much BUSINESS if you know what I mean.
ALSO, the toddler and preschooler gave up naps last week AT THE SAME TIME. This is so rude I can not even explain it. BOTH OF YOU??? AT THE SAME TIME??
I want a vacay to somewhere warm and poo-free.