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I had a dream the other day that I found this beautiful white unicorn with a flowing long gleaming white mane who ran through my living room with such grace and power. I got on the unicorn to ride it and it turned into a lumberous albino camel with flowing white hair and a glued on looking unicorn horn. I loved it anyway. Weird.
Anyway, yesterday was a let down in a way. Spring break is sucking lately. Tristan is coughing a lot and is so tired that all he wants to do is lie there. Nat is eating me out of house and home and is really demanding. I feel like everyone is demanding me to do stuff. The dogs are constantly trying to herd me to take them out, get them treats, play ect. They aren't sweet about it. They bark and paw at me and the door like "Open this door, beyotch!" Nat got up demanding that I cuddle him, then demanding that I get him an apple, then toast with peanut butter, then string cheese, then a big bowl of vanilla yogurt, then a waffle (didn't get), then more string cheese and another apple. Holy crap! Where does the kid put it. He is still under weight according to growth charts.
I want to go thrift shopping really bad. I need cuter clothes. I kind of feel like I've lost my sense of style a bit. I used to dress in cute little frocks and definitely had my own style. No one was really wearing 1940 house dresses and eyelet blouses with cardigans in the 90s. I really kind of want to return to a time where I had my own style and didn't just go to Old Navy and pick up what was cheap and handy.
Anyway, yesterday was a let down in a way. Spring break is sucking lately. Tristan is coughing a lot and is so tired that all he wants to do is lie there. Nat is eating me out of house and home and is really demanding. I feel like everyone is demanding me to do stuff. The dogs are constantly trying to herd me to take them out, get them treats, play ect. They aren't sweet about it. They bark and paw at me and the door like "Open this door, beyotch!" Nat got up demanding that I cuddle him, then demanding that I get him an apple, then toast with peanut butter, then string cheese, then a big bowl of vanilla yogurt, then a waffle (didn't get), then more string cheese and another apple. Holy crap! Where does the kid put it. He is still under weight according to growth charts.
I want to go thrift shopping really bad. I need cuter clothes. I kind of feel like I've lost my sense of style a bit. I used to dress in cute little frocks and definitely had my own style. No one was really wearing 1940 house dresses and eyelet blouses with cardigans in the 90s. I really kind of want to return to a time where I had my own style and didn't just go to Old Navy and pick up what was cheap and handy.