My back's too sore,
My bra's too tight,
My belly's too big,
But I can shake it from left to right!
That was one of the camp songs I was called out of the crowd to sing at Girls' Camp last week. (I added the belly part.)
And that's how I feel right now. Except I'm not really feeling the shaking part, unless we're once again talking about my stomach. I didn't get out of bed until 8:15 this morning, but I still feel so tired and all I want is a nap. Maybe it's because McKay started off the morning in a meltdown because he couldn't feed himself his eggs with a spoon like he wanted so badly too do and he was STARVING to death. We fixed the problem (I fed him and gave him some toast he could feed himself), but he didn't really get over it. But I still had to drag him to the office to turn in some paperwork and complain to a co-worker about how ridiculous our agency treats us and he was none to happy to be there and having people talking to him.
We then rushed to the library for book/singing/craft time - our first ever. I think he liked it, but it still wore me out chasing him.
And now I am nauseated from my lunch, hot from the Florida summer, discouraged about the grocery list I just made because I have to spend hours cutting coupons in preparation for it and still won't have the money I need, and just sleepy. But McKay is sleeping so I need to clean the bathroom, clean my bedroom, catch up on work paperwork, clean the kitchen, return emails, etc., etc., etc.
What to do?
My bra's too tight,
My belly's too big,
But I can shake it from left to right!
That was one of the camp songs I was called out of the crowd to sing at Girls' Camp last week. (I added the belly part.)
And that's how I feel right now. Except I'm not really feeling the shaking part, unless we're once again talking about my stomach. I didn't get out of bed until 8:15 this morning, but I still feel so tired and all I want is a nap. Maybe it's because McKay started off the morning in a meltdown because he couldn't feed himself his eggs with a spoon like he wanted so badly too do and he was STARVING to death. We fixed the problem (I fed him and gave him some toast he could feed himself), but he didn't really get over it. But I still had to drag him to the office to turn in some paperwork and complain to a co-worker about how ridiculous our agency treats us and he was none to happy to be there and having people talking to him.
We then rushed to the library for book/singing/craft time - our first ever. I think he liked it, but it still wore me out chasing him.
And now I am nauseated from my lunch, hot from the Florida summer, discouraged about the grocery list I just made because I have to spend hours cutting coupons in preparation for it and still won't have the money I need, and just sleepy. But McKay is sleeping so I need to clean the bathroom, clean my bedroom, catch up on work paperwork, clean the kitchen, return emails, etc., etc., etc.
What to do?
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