The front of the magazine that I got for free (I wouldn’t buy it because I’m against spending money) said “Get Cleverly Organized”. Somewhere inside me a little bubble of excitement started to grow. After an almost endless search through the encrypted menu page I finally got the magazine opened to the ‘organize’ section just to have my bubble burst. The entire page is so cluttered. Colorful, I like color. But cluttered.
So much for organization inspiration.
The Milano cookie on the opposing page is equally disappointing, as it’s just shiny paper. Jesse has got my back, however, and is taking care of that page for me as I type this.
It’s been a day.
Apparently I need an albuterol inhaler to breath. I tried it for the first time this morning to help the bronchitis that has really overstayed its welcome, and I had the weirdest gitters for hours afterwards. It was completely disturbing and I think I’d rather just not breath. It’s just as well. The inhaler didn’t do anything to help my weak, dry cough – just as I suspected it wouldn’t when the doc prescribed it for me last week. I don’t have asthma. I have bronchitis.
We went to Target to score a Pop-Tarts deal. It was the best 20 minutes of my day week. To my surprise it was the big boxes of Pop-Tarts that were on sale. I got them for $.50 a box and my kids about had a coronary (in a good way) when I opened some on the way home. My favorite are the frosted strawberry, which is good ’cause, you know, they’re way more healthier when they have fruit in the title. The kids ate up the Hot Fudge Sunday ones. I’ll make them eat an apple tomorrow.
Then I forgot I was against spending money and sent Joe into the Petsmart to buy crickets.
Bugs. We bought bugs today. We’re keeping them in the house.
Then we came home and the kids made a mess. Which I promptly had them clean up, just to have Jesse wake up. Now the clean laundry basket full of clothes I have every intention of folding is strewn across the living room floor. Sam is asleep on my side. There are baby toys littering the hallway floor.
To top it all off I accidentally rented a Redbox flick I didn’t realize I’d already seen.
How I hate it when I do that.
And my husband has to work tomorrow. On Saturday. On my birthday.
Did I mention that Sam was sleeping on my side? I can feel him breathing.
What a precious end to my day. (i don’t mean that sarcastically, it’s a sweet thing)
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