two on, one off, two on
Tuesdays.
I hate Tuesdays about as much as I hate Thursdays. Mostly because it's like the shit part of the week: it's not quite half way, nor the beginning or the end. It's the crap part.
Anyhow. Ethan's got today off. He's napping now, because he worked all night, too. I don't know that we're doing much today. I think we might work on our table, I don't know for sure.
August is having a rough day. She was almost asleep, so I took her upstairs to lay down. Well, for about half an hour, she screamed her head off. I went to pick her up, she stopped screaming when she saw me, but when I finally picked her up to bring her downstairs, she screamed bloody murder. I'm glad Ron gets out of work early today. I don't think I can handle her screaming ALL DAY LONG. Gah.
Well, the monster has finally calmed down (she sat on the floor for about 5 minutes after I brought her down, and cried.) So I think I'll get her something to eat. That is, unless she decides that my feeding her is grounds for a good scream. The neighbors must think I beat her.
Later all
biz
**Edit** August is falling asleep in her high chair snacking on crackers. Finally!
I hate Tuesdays about as much as I hate Thursdays. Mostly because it's like the shit part of the week: it's not quite half way, nor the beginning or the end. It's the crap part.
Anyhow. Ethan's got today off. He's napping now, because he worked all night, too. I don't know that we're doing much today. I think we might work on our table, I don't know for sure.
August is having a rough day. She was almost asleep, so I took her upstairs to lay down. Well, for about half an hour, she screamed her head off. I went to pick her up, she stopped screaming when she saw me, but when I finally picked her up to bring her downstairs, she screamed bloody murder. I'm glad Ron gets out of work early today. I don't think I can handle her screaming ALL DAY LONG. Gah.
Well, the monster has finally calmed down (she sat on the floor for about 5 minutes after I brought her down, and cried.) So I think I'll get her something to eat. That is, unless she decides that my feeding her is grounds for a good scream. The neighbors must think I beat her.
Later all
biz
**Edit** August is falling asleep in her high chair snacking on crackers. Finally!