Ya know, I whine a lot. Especially here, but not just here. I’m a whiner. Why? I whine when things don’t go my way, I bitch and moan about things I don’t agree with. I fret over whether I’ve done or said the right thing, then I complain if the results aren’t what I like. […]
The first afternoon, much fun was had by all. The next day: 7AM, Catie wakes me and is wearing her bathing suit. “Can we go in the pool Mommy?” **DH was already gone. What was I going to tell her? The sun was still waking up? I hadn’t even had my first cup of coffee […]
But sometimes they all gang up on me at once. (but before anybody worries, I just like the cartoon, today is a pretty good day)