Wednesday Tuesday

So, all day Tuesday I was thinking it was Wednesday. It just seemed like a Wednesday I suppose.

So, anyway, Tuesday. What a day. Wow. The kid was possessed. She cried, quite literally, all day long. I thought by the end of it she must be sick or in pain. But I really don't think she was. She did say her knee hurt, but she also has a bruise on it and she tells us those hurt so we kiss them. Also, if you have a bruise or a wound (or a zit on your face) she'll say, "Ooooooo, ooooooo," and point to it and give it a kiss. :) So, she cried all day. And usually when she cries I can say, "What's wrong." And she'll tell me or mime it to me or in some way communicate the problem. Tuesday, no. Tuesday she just looked away and kept on crying.

No idea.

Except maybe she was growing mentally. Because she all of a sudden, that night, started saying things like, "I can't reach it," and "No, I need you." Versus the usual gesturing and whining.

We were supposed to bottle beer Tuesday, but by the end of the whine fest, we were both so whipped, we just crashed. So we've settled on Friday.

So, yesterday, I folded and put away 5 loads of laundry. Never in a million years would I have ever believed myself capable of washing and not folding or putting away so much laundry. I would have had a conniption. I sort of like the new slacker me. :)

I'm really wanting donuts and Fruity Pebbles. Not together. But they keep popping up in my mind. And cream of wheat.

I don't think there's really anything of substance in my mind tonight. I'm going to go read now.

Hugs and kisses.

And Nosferatu. Just drink it. Preferably on tap with your lover.