Some things that are driving me REALLY crazy, probably because we've been quarantined to the house even though we are not sick (I am a winter wuss):
4 of my toes are sort of painted--there's remnants of nail polish and Shawn just kindof looks away awkwardly. Like I'm supposed to flaunt made-up, callous-free feet and do full-time stay at home mom stuff? *need pedicure*
I keep finding alphabet magnets all. over. the. house. ABCD, sing along with me- my arse.
Still haven't finished reading Julie & Julia and it's been a couple weeks. It's got some funny parts, but the cooking stuff has my eyes glazed over, my stomach nauseous. Beef bone marrow? What? Gross.
The bathroom project. 9 days in the making. Shawn has done an excellent job given there's a toddler and pregnant lady attempting to be project directors. But I'm ready (and maybe a trifle afraid) to see some paint color.
After watching the People's Choice Awards, my self esteem plummeted. I have been going back for thirds at dinner time and for breakfast have had 2 waffles doused in peanut butter and syrup 3 days in a row. *willneverbeamoviestarwhocares?
The laundry. Will we ever be caught up? Will I ever have matching socks again?
The contents of the refrigerator. If Wilder were in grade school, he'd have some A+ furry science experiments.
Back to my feet. THEY ARE SO COLD!
Things that aren't driving me crazy: Everything else.
Especially the ability to multitask:
Disclaimer: I'm wanting to keep it real with you, my readers, and I fully realize these things are completely and utterly trivial compared to the tougher things in life! We can vent occasionally, eh?