Trying to be a good girl and get all my water in. Thirst is a funny thing for me. I'm never thirsty until I start drinking. Weird.
I never remember being so blotchy, maybe I should start wearing concealer. Ugh, I hate makeup. It makes me feel like the time I played one of the cheerleaders in "Bye Bye Birdie" in high school and we had to wear all that stage pancake makeup. Terrible. Your skin cant breathe. Sure you're all one color but I dunno, makes me feel like a mannekin. I throw on some mascara and eyeliner once in a blue moon, thats as crazy as I get.
Today was one of those days where I was busy all day and got maybe one thing done. Once a month I have to drive 85 miles to pick up 2 cases of diapers for my non-potty trained son. He'll be 14 next month and we have been trying to train him for 12. He makes no connection, it just isnt there. Anyway, 170 mile road trip usually takes up to 5 hours (traffic, weather, etc). Today was ok. Just me and Child #1, left at 10:30 and got back around 2:30. Its a pain in the ass but I cant really complain, the diapers are free. I pick up Child #2 from friends house and we're home by 3:30. I dont wanna cook, work out, clean, do laundry......I'm beat....Imma lie down. Not for long (of course).
So tomorrow begins my Spring Break (its an illusion of a break). I will be at Child #1's school every day this week to try and break him of some bad behaviours. I hope it works, I'm not very optimistic. He only pulls this shit at school because he knows I wont put up with it at home. I can extinguish behaviours in him in a day, they cant seem to get him to do anything. Its become a HUGE problem. So I go to school with him, he behaves badly, I pop him. It might work while I'm there but once I'm gone I'm afraid we'll be right back to square one. We'll see. Drugs seem to be in his immediate future.
Well, time for bed. Tata.
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