Yesterday was like every single other day of my life, in that the final two hours between MY time and BEDTIME I promised myself that tomorrow would be better. I would be more patient, I would bake something (brownies?) I would read more (to the kids) and I would not yell. I would not yell even if Paige and Wyatt were chasing each other and tackling each other and SOMEONE'S ARM IS GOING TO GET BROKEN STOP IT!!!
Except when I asked Wyatt for a kiss at the art table, he smacked me in the eye and scratched my cornea.
And it really hurt
And this morning I could barely open it, and I swear the pain made me weak in the knees. And I'm no wuss - I had Wyatt on my bedroom floor, so I can handle pain. I might bitch but I can handle it. But eye pain? No I'm like a pile of jelly. The loudest of the pussies. I went to the eye doctor and he numbed me up, gave me medicine an eye patch and off I went! Like some pirate on bed rest. And I couldn't drive, and I couldn't even go outside because my pupil was dilated and even with my pirate patch on it hurt to look into the light and if I did I would flail my arms and pretend to be some vampire except I wasn't really pretending.
So today kind of sucked ass. And if I ever get attacked I'm going right for the (eye)balls.
Today I did do something though. I wrote the kids secret messages in white crayon and had them water color over them and my message was I love you and Paige was like seriously? I love you? That's the message? Lame. Did you do this, this isn't from the borrowers? LAME. And she walked away.
Tomorrow WILL be better. My Dad offered to come over and machete my weeds and I took him up on the offer even though I do like slashing my way through them like a bad-ass but the warm weather brings out all these horrible bugs and I'm afraid in my slashing I'll come across one and I'll drop the thing on my foot and than I'll be half blind and one-footed and my life will really really be awful.
I just sighed very loudly. Goodnight.