Just a few thoughts in my head....
My sister isn't moving to San Francisco. This was a difficult decision for her and she is pretty upset. I'm bothered that she is hurting but I won't lie... I'm also thrilled she isn't going to be so far away.
I spent 45 minutes at Cartridge World this morning because the old guy working there couldn't ring up my purchase correctly. At first I was patient but honestly by the time I left I was pretty pissed. I don't like wasting time!
My blood sugar was under 200 this morning. Can I get an Amen! It's still high but not your going to go blind, lose a limb and need a kidney transplant high. So we are making progress.
The Hulk is a monster on steroids! There has been much crying and fit throwing going on and he and I are both worn out. Who knew that asthma was the devil! I have a new found respect for asthma moms. It's a lot of work! Someone tell me it gets better once meds are regulated?!?
I haven't cleaned my house in days (see worn out above)! It is starting to reach the scary point. My foot stuck to the tile floor when I walked by the high chair this morning. Maybe tonight after The Hulk goes to bed I'll have more energy to get the floor mopped at least.
It keeps raining here. Like flood raining. Like Noah needs to start building an ark kind of raining. The yard is a swamp so no outside playing for the last several days.
My flowers haven't been planted. They are living in little plastic containers in the garage. They won't be living much longer if they don't get planted. But it's to wet to plant them now (See freaking flood story above).
I got the air conditioner fixed so the house is cooler and the water leak has stopped. However, my wall and carpet are ruined so now I have to get that fixed. Mold is the devil and will make The Hulk sick (see asthma steroids monster section above). So that will probably cost a fortune and I don't even know where to start. Who the heck just replaces one wall? Do you call a contractor for that? Oh wait if I had a husband I'd call him. But I don't. So who does that?
The bad dreams have stopped. Now I just don't really sleep. I'm wide awake until about 2 hours before the alarm goes off and then I'm exhausted all day. That's lovely.
Crap I'm running late now. Why do I try to blog in the morning before work!