I am wishing I could take a day off from work just to fool around on the computer.
I am trying to corral my mad plot bunnies so I can decide which project I should work on next.
I am spending too much time playing the Sims 2.
I am happy to hear SilverFox-chan will live.
I am trying to decide what to cook for dinner.
I am wondering where my baby thinks he's going...he just crawled off into my bedroom.
I am glad that I'm finally home from work.
I am glad that the baby had a good checkup this morning.
I am glad that #1 son is too busy watching cartoons to pester me right now.
^ Receives her virtual party favors right now.
< Wore herself out throwing the party and rassling with three young boys. (#1 Son + Nephew + #2 Son = 150 pounds of squirmy, giggly fun)
V Will have to throw the next party since I'm beat.
I am no longer allowed to come home and do anything...and I mean anything...without picking up the baby and trying to hang on to the little wriggler for at least five minutes.
I am still sleepy even though I got to sleep an extra 30 minutes.
I am reporting that my dinner went well until my boy started playing with his ice cream and making a mess.
I am not recommending ice cream for a facial.
I am making a mess eating at my computer.
I am about to take my noisy six year old out in public. **shudder**
I am hoping I will be able to enjoy my dinner without having to scold him every thirty seconds.
I am playing games when I should be getting ready for work.
I am putting off balancing the checkbook because the numbers are always depressing.
I am consoling dazzledfirestar...