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this day March 8, 2016

Filed under: Uncategorized — springtwist @ 1:00 pm

thalia woke me up 4699157 times in the night. apparently jim was thinking of sleeping in the bed last night, but when he went to bed he got about halfway down the hallway and he could hear her being awake and whining so he headed back to to couch. i dont know why she is waking up so much recently, but this is day three of her doing this.

woke up before 7:30 with cordelias face 6 inches from mine, asking for cereal. while i am always slightly tired, i haven’t been this tired in a while. it took a whole lot of effort to get up today.  make some plans for dinner and put out chickpeas to soak. retrieve cordelias coat/snow pants from dryer. she fell in the mud yesterday on the walk home.

get the girls ready for school while simultaneously getting a little bit of tidying up and laundry done. get the guinea pigs out and get the girls to feed them. have an argument with blaze (its the same, every morning, no matter what,) about if she could wear a ball gown to school when she needs to wear her snow pants. i have no issues with her wearing her giant poofy dresses to school. but she HATES her snow pants on top of her dresses and its still snow pant weather, so no dresses yet. yesterday she wore a skirt and refused to put her snow pants on properly. she needed to spite me by putting the straps of her snow pants over her coat sleeves in such a way that made her arms useless, and then not do up her coat. fine. whatever you want kid, just get your teeny ass out the door so we can damn well walk to school on time. think that i might shower today.

come home from dropping girls off. put on laundry. hang out with thalia while putting away last of clean laundry. or that was the plan. thalia cries before laundry is done.

get some super fast breakfast so i can sit and eat while nursing her and she goes to sleep. sneak away to do biology. just get started on bio (DNA replication) look at clock, fear the wrath of asshole neighbour and go turn over laundry. hunker down and focus on bio for about an hour since the stress of the laundry wrath has been removed. think about maybe showering today. its hard to justify taking time to shower when theres only a finite amount of time that i can be studying.

thalia is up. more nursing. she hangs out on the bed while i clean out the guinea pigs, sweep the bedroom, pick up the laundry in the bathroom and make some efforts to find the girls floor. go turn over laundry. shake out the guinea pigs laundry and get that started. prepare my half of the argument in my head in case i meet asshole neighbour along the way and he has something not nice to say.

go get the mail. put Lucy’s birthday into our calendar. answer some emails, make note to speak to jim about me going to the farmers market for henna this summer. confirm plans with jenny for dinner tomorrow. clean out cat litter, take out garbage. track down and bag all the recycling. plan a time later in the day where i might be able to shower. wonder if that time will be tomorrow.

thalia cries. give her some crackers in the high chair. stack dishwasher and turn it on. thalia having none of it. needs to cuddle me and nurse.

put her on the floor with her current favourite toys (aka, a red pen and an empty vitamin container) and sit down for a bit and seriously feel like a total lazy sloth who  hasn’t done enough yet today. realize that the chances of showering are getting slimmer and slimmer.

fish a teeny toy out of thalias mouth. its the skit to a polly pocket doll.

wonder if i have time to nap with her in the afternoon. there is so much laundry.


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