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ljgeoffI've been writing, and I'm grumpy because I don't have a good feel for how it's going, and also because the boys are being noisy and Luke is clingy and won't leave me alone.
While I was writing, Mike came up and played with Luke for a while. I asked if he wanted to hear what I had done, but he and Carl were talking off and on the whole time I read, so I don't think that he heard much. I was glad that he was distracting Luke, but I really needed the feedback on the writing.
I came to a stopping place and decided to go downstairs and make myself some warm spiced milk. I had to wade through a mess of blankets on the floor, toys, dirty dishes and trash. God, didn't I just pick this all up? I made it to the kitchen only to find that we were out of milk. So.
Off to the store. Luke had to go, and Sam wanted to, too. When we got home, Mike helped me unload the dishwasher and then load it up again, and then the boys picked up the living room. We put the groceries away, and I decided to make some guacamole -- and now I'm sitting here with Luke on my lap, munching on guac and chips. I'm not hungry at all, but it tastes good.
When we were doing the dishes, Mike said, "What's wrong?" and I just shrugged my shoulders. At the time I thought that it was the messy house, but I think that I just feel both frustrated by the writing and smothered by Luke. I said, "Sorry I'm so grumpy; thanks for putting up with me."
Slightly aggrieved, he said, "It's not easy, sometimes."
sigh
While I was writing, Mike came up and played with Luke for a while. I asked if he wanted to hear what I had done, but he and Carl were talking off and on the whole time I read, so I don't think that he heard much. I was glad that he was distracting Luke, but I really needed the feedback on the writing.
I came to a stopping place and decided to go downstairs and make myself some warm spiced milk. I had to wade through a mess of blankets on the floor, toys, dirty dishes and trash. God, didn't I just pick this all up? I made it to the kitchen only to find that we were out of milk. So.
Off to the store. Luke had to go, and Sam wanted to, too. When we got home, Mike helped me unload the dishwasher and then load it up again, and then the boys picked up the living room. We put the groceries away, and I decided to make some guacamole -- and now I'm sitting here with Luke on my lap, munching on guac and chips. I'm not hungry at all, but it tastes good.
When we were doing the dishes, Mike said, "What's wrong?" and I just shrugged my shoulders. At the time I thought that it was the messy house, but I think that I just feel both frustrated by the writing and smothered by Luke. I said, "Sorry I'm so grumpy; thanks for putting up with me."
Slightly aggrieved, he said, "It's not easy, sometimes."
sigh
