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Horoscope:

Someone isn't being straight up with you -- but there's a lot of that going around! If your own hidden agenda doesn't come out at least a little bit today, things are only going to get more confusing.


Hum.

Went to get passport and citizenship photos today only to find that the local photo places aren't doing them any more. The shop I went to said the photos kept being rejected (for unknown, and/or unspecified reasons), so it was costing them more than it worth.

Sooo... I called the consulate and they gave me the name of a place in Boston, which we'll go to on Saturday. That sure beats driving to Montreal!


What else is going on? Um... Lots. Thinking a lot, mostly. It's not been easy at all.

On the excellent side of things, Babe was the only one in his class to be able to name ALL the shapes listed in their little test thingy. Including the semi-circle. Basically, the teacher conference was a case of saying, "Babe is great. He has a fabulous imagination and great verbal skills, gets along with everyone and is progressing wonderfully." She also said, very diplomatically, of course, that he is incredibly verbose. When asked a question, he will go on and on and on and on and on... At least I'm not the only one who thinks so! ;-j

grr

Just a general grr, nothing special.

I think I hit my mess tolerance limit tonight and, combined with all the other crap that I had to deal with, I snapped. Babe will be getting an apology in the morning (I was rather unfeeling to his pleas for excess bedtime attention) by way of hot chocolate, or milk and cookie (not plural). Husband will not be getting an apology for he does not deserve one, nor has he given a meaningful one to me, who does deserve a BIG one, yet. I will attempt to apologize to myself tomorrow by doing things that will reduce the irritation levels, like:

- figure out and eliminate the fucking rattle in the back of the fucking car.

- Do the mending/re-buttoning.

- Threaten to sweep (and therefore get Babe to pick up, as the new rule is that whenever I sweep, whatever is on the floor when I sweep gets chucked).


And perhaps do a couple things like:

- return wrong size long undies and exhange.

- buy (withOUT Babe in tow) fleece for baby quilt I need to do for friend.

- cook dinner that does not involve eggs, hot dogs or cheese as a main component.


And, to center myself before I head to bed, I shall remind myself that I:

- did a good deed for a friend (and unknown others) by picking up a couple things for her at the store while I was out (collecting cinnamon, cocoa and other necessities).

- played with Babe a fair amount today, including a bit of rough'n'tumble. We both laughed.

- now have decentish cocoa powder to tide me over.

- am sticking to my guns and finding the language to do so.


Shit. Shouldn't have ended with that one. That just makes me angry again.

*breathes*

Bed. Now.

*imagines Swedish Sven, the masseuse*

'Night!