the days all run together and I have no real sense of time...unless its tuesday or friday, the days the pet monster goes to pre-school, they are all really just one damned long day - all rolled up into one

sunday I made some chili...while I was slicing the onion, I sliced a bit of my thumb...the right one. So I stuck a band aid on it and carried on...took the band aid off yesterday and had this annoying little flap of skin...I suppose I could have just wrapped it back up, but I didn't. I grabbed onto the skin and yanked that little fucker til it bled....gaaaaaaaaaaah I am so gross sometimes...and now, every time I hit the fucking space bar, it hurts.

having tried to operate the space heater and the microwave at the same time I have discovered that it will blow the fucking fuse. we are out of fuses. the kids are asleep. the stores are closed. so here I sit, instead of crafting, with the end of the cherry garcia and ny super fudge chunk in my belly...I feel sick...I definitely need to lay off the crap food for awhile. I need to do more yoga. I should also read more books...not blogs...hardee har har

its amazing how adaptable these kids are. this is going into the third week that their father is working away....the first week was hell in the beginning....up until the day before he came home...last week was only half bad...this week...they waved good bye to him like it was the same old shit or something...and I must say...its a helluva lot easier with it being just me....well it is but it isnt...we do miss having him here through the week, but at least things are being done without any interference or anything like that.

although it would be nice if he were here to give the fucking dog a bath. she stinks. but I can't recall him ever giving her 70lb ass a bath, but its nice to pretend like he does.