I want to go to Daytona next week. I need to put everything on hold for 2 days and just be with Brad doing something completely fun. I seriously need it. I won't know until after the doc says whatever he says tomorrow if I can plan for it. Even if I do get to go, I'm getting the layers of guilt here from my mom. The disapproving looks. The disapproving silence. You know what I mean. Whenever I mention the trip I get the hairy eyeball or the dead air thing. As if I am so completely selfish that my going off to something as stupid and insignificant as a car race is more important than my child. Puh-leez. If I think for one moment that I need to be here, I'll stay. Duh. I do have my priorities. But, good golly miss molly, this has been a tough year for me and I'd really, really, really like to put reality on hold for 48 hours so my brain can rest. Especially since the money is already spent and we don't know when we'll have playing around money again. KWIM?
So, there you have it. My blahs and my pisser moods stem mostly from that. You can add in the worry over Carol, who got her surgical drain and stitches removed yesterday BTW (so, there's some good news) plus the usual day to day drama that is life with 2 small children and the paperwork involved with running your own business.
I'll get over it.
In fact, you must prepare yourselves for some pictures. Joshua has his very first school production tonight. The Kindergarten classes are putting on a show about the 5 senses. His class is singing a song all about smells. Should be interesting...