OK, I need to do something different with my hair. I'm looking for ideas. If you have any suggestions give it to me now. If you're not creative enought for that then post a pic or link of your favorite SG hair.
If you're just here for your assignment then you are now excused. If you actually want to know what's going on with me then hang on. I'll start bitching in a second...
This morning sucked. And every time I thought it couldnt get any worse, it did. I went to sleep crying and woke up late. I feel like hell. I mean like coughing up a lung ill. The babys throwing up and I dont know why and she has no health insurance so Im terrified. My older daughter spent the morning whining about every single thing and then throwing herself on the floor. As I was trying to leave I couldnt find the garage door opener cause it was in one of Phils pockets and he had already left for work. Then I got to school thinking at least nothing else could go wrong and realized my parking permit is in the other car. I hacked and coughed my way through my first class then had a shitty bagel (which I dropped in the sand before I ate it) with too liitle cream cheese. I have a paper due tomorrow which I haven't started reading for and I'm supposed to be teaching a group of 4 year-olds sign language tomorrow morning for which I am not at all prepared. At least I get to watch LOST tonight and Phil will be home to watch it with me. Any other day I would chain smoking my way to 9 pm but I'm trying to be kind to my lungs so they'll stop vomiting shit.
1:22 pm
Went to the bathroom, locked myself in the stall, and started crying. I'm not even sure why at this point. Something having to do with the kindness of people who hardly know me. Of course now I can't stop. Fuck.
1:45 pm
Forced myself to eat some edamame and juice. Decided I'd had enough feeling for one day. Had a cigarette and cranked up the iPod loud enough that I could no longer think. Felt fine for approx. 4 minutes. Then iPod decided I should hear the Decembrists and I lost it again.
2:00 pm
Arrived in sign language class. Was immediately asked "are you ok". Shoved my face full of Junior Mints until I was sure I wouldn't cry again.
3:55 pm
Feeling better because at least in sign language, I know what I'm doing. Not coughing quite as much. Haven't heard from daycare so baby must still be alive. Still have paper to write by 12:30 tomorrow; haven't started the reading for it yet. Still not prepared for group time with the preschoolers tomorrow. Considering bailing, at least until another day. Just realized I haven't filled my birth control prescription and I need it by tomorrow morning. Damn.
4:55 pm
Cell phone fell out of my jacket pocket and screen broke.
5:30 pm
Since my car wasn't towed, I drove home completely expecting someone to hit me instead. Thankfully that didn't happen.
6:00 pm
Baby still having tummy problems but kept down a bottle. I layed on the living room floor and cuddles with my girls till my husband got home. He brought me flowers. I thought I was finally going to be able to relax and try to recover from this horrible day.
6:30 pm
Phil gets into one of his moods and yells at me and Elizabeth until dinner is ruined and no one can eat together.
If you're just here for your assignment then you are now excused. If you actually want to know what's going on with me then hang on. I'll start bitching in a second...
This morning sucked. And every time I thought it couldnt get any worse, it did. I went to sleep crying and woke up late. I feel like hell. I mean like coughing up a lung ill. The babys throwing up and I dont know why and she has no health insurance so Im terrified. My older daughter spent the morning whining about every single thing and then throwing herself on the floor. As I was trying to leave I couldnt find the garage door opener cause it was in one of Phils pockets and he had already left for work. Then I got to school thinking at least nothing else could go wrong and realized my parking permit is in the other car. I hacked and coughed my way through my first class then had a shitty bagel (which I dropped in the sand before I ate it) with too liitle cream cheese. I have a paper due tomorrow which I haven't started reading for and I'm supposed to be teaching a group of 4 year-olds sign language tomorrow morning for which I am not at all prepared. At least I get to watch LOST tonight and Phil will be home to watch it with me. Any other day I would chain smoking my way to 9 pm but I'm trying to be kind to my lungs so they'll stop vomiting shit.
1:22 pm
Went to the bathroom, locked myself in the stall, and started crying. I'm not even sure why at this point. Something having to do with the kindness of people who hardly know me. Of course now I can't stop. Fuck.
1:45 pm
Forced myself to eat some edamame and juice. Decided I'd had enough feeling for one day. Had a cigarette and cranked up the iPod loud enough that I could no longer think. Felt fine for approx. 4 minutes. Then iPod decided I should hear the Decembrists and I lost it again.
2:00 pm
Arrived in sign language class. Was immediately asked "are you ok". Shoved my face full of Junior Mints until I was sure I wouldn't cry again.
3:55 pm
Feeling better because at least in sign language, I know what I'm doing. Not coughing quite as much. Haven't heard from daycare so baby must still be alive. Still have paper to write by 12:30 tomorrow; haven't started the reading for it yet. Still not prepared for group time with the preschoolers tomorrow. Considering bailing, at least until another day. Just realized I haven't filled my birth control prescription and I need it by tomorrow morning. Damn.
4:55 pm
Cell phone fell out of my jacket pocket and screen broke.
5:30 pm
Since my car wasn't towed, I drove home completely expecting someone to hit me instead. Thankfully that didn't happen.
6:00 pm
Baby still having tummy problems but kept down a bottle. I layed on the living room floor and cuddles with my girls till my husband got home. He brought me flowers. I thought I was finally going to be able to relax and try to recover from this horrible day.
6:30 pm
Phil gets into one of his moods and yells at me and Elizabeth until dinner is ruined and no one can eat together.
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You made it home alive...but, and I feel for you, you got stuck in a bathroom stall.