Truth is. . . I got up with Mischief at 6:30am. . .and proceeded to lay on the couch with my blanket for the next hour. I'm now fighting the desire to crawl into bed.
Truth is. . .last night I made great plans for today's school. And have no desire to do them.
Truth is. . .Mischief thinks she needs to be on my lap no matter what today. I want to be left alone. I'm exercising patience.
Truth is. . . I made cream of wheat for breakfast, the girls both ate up their bowlfuls. I haven't touched mine yet.
Truth is. . .I want to make Mischief a dress to wear with her cute shoes on Sunday, but don't feel like sewing.
Truth is. . .I still need to make some shoes for Drama Queen and have to do that before I make another thing for Mischief or DQ will be very sad. She wants her shoes to be hot pink.
Truth is. . .I want soda pop, but we only have Pibb right now, and I don't want caffiene.
Truth is. . .To keep Drama Queen entertained today I gave her full reign of the craft box. The child is in glitter, glue and sticker heaven.
Truth is. . .I am really tired of feeling like a single mom. It'd be one thing if he was at school or work all the time. But he's not. He's at the fencing club. For like 6 hours a day.