My daughter is sick, yet again. Fever spiked up to 105.7 last night. Hives covering her entire body including her face, and it makes me want to weep every time I look at her. No sleep for many nights due to fever and hives. One car with a busted transmission even though it only has 60,000 miles. The other car I used to sideswipe a parked car in the street in front of the doctor’s office today. Hey, my sick daughter was crying in the back and did I mention I am tired.
All I can say is that life is being a real dick right now. So if I don’t return phone calls or clean my house, or if I polish off an entire bags of chips in one sitting (hypothetically of course) or yell at inanimate objects (also hypothetically)… don’t blame me, blame life.