Luke is having lots of tantrums, screaming and whining and crying about everything, being difficult just for the sake of being difficult. I waited until Sunday to get the majority of my Google work done, and there are no tasks available. My fault for waiting until the last minute, but it still sucks. I hate hate hate the gray, dreary weather. It honestly makes me so blah. Even with my Cymbalta. Ugh. I really feel like working, too.
1pm update: I am now working (woo-hoo!) and the sun is trying to peak through the clouds. Tony took the boys shopping. See, I guess complaining does get results sometimes!
2:15 update: After 1 hour, 50 minutes of working, I'm out of tasks again. And the boys are back, and Luke is having fits and throwing things down the stairs (he won't stay in his room for time out, and the stair gate is locked). And, yes, it's mostly cloudy again. Guess you can't have it all.
3:30 update: Rated for about an hour, out of tasks again. Luke is napping. Claire (not quite 18 months) said a sentence: "This is a purse." She hardly ever says anything.
6pm update: Haven't had many tasks lately. Had dinner, though. Beef stew that Tony made. Now I want a strawberry shake! I'll settler for more cookie dough later, though. I hate that it's pitch black before 6pm. That sucks!
6:40 update: Melanie Santini Maddox just got rear-ended at the entrance of her subdivision. By her husband.
10pm update: We (including the cars) are all okay, btw. Anyway, since I have no tasks to rate, I just bought a car seat for Claire for a STEAL and created a Dream Log. I have strange dreams, but have a hard time recalling them (who doesn't?) and would just like to get them "out there." Link also to the right. If I don't get any tasks within the next 15 minutes or so, I'm heading to bed. My teeth are begging to be brushed anyway.
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