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DS2 is stuck to me like a barnicle as I type this. It has actually been a very busy morning, but I have other stuff I'd like to do now, and I can't because he doesn't want to get off my lap.
For some reason, he is just not bonding with my Mom this time around. She has been here a week, and he wants absolutely nothing to do with her. He cries in the mornings if she pours him his juice, never mind letting her make his breakfast. This really sucks. It would have been very helpful for me this morning if he would let her do these things -- I overslept but still needed to take a shower, so of course DD was late to school.
We all survived, as usual. !
After dropping off DD we went to Trader Joe's and to Sam's Club, just picked up a few things at each store. It's a lot of driving around, though. Got home and put groceries away and then it's time to get DD again... and then the cat decides to poop on the carpet: BAD CAT! So I was a little late picking up DD, since I had to clean up after the cat.
I went by myself, DS2 had said he would stay home with Gramma. I was psyched, off I went. Come home and as soon as I get in the garage I can hear him screaming in the laundry room. Gramma says he did that the entire time I was gone. I would feel bad for the kid but this is ridiculous. I asked him if he wanted to go with me or stay, he wanted to stay. I told him I was going, he didn't move. Then after I leave, he freaks out. Of course he's not yet 3 but still, I did give the kid 3 chances to come with me and he ignored me. Frustrating.
Got an email from Rob at LCL Mag and they like my column idea so it looks like I'll be contributing. I can't wait to see what feedback I get. A bit nervous but not as bad as I thought I would be about it.
I do have to get to work on that freelance project, though! I'm still fighting off that underlying feeling of fatigue... slept 8 full hours last night and would've hoped that would help, but it didn't.
Oh, and the contractor is starting next Monday on the upstairs bedroom project! YIPPEE!
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