This is one of those weirdo days where I would like to start over. I hate my hair. I feel fat in my clothes. And my period is almost over so I can't even blame my crazy lady hormones. I don't know why I feel all funky. I just do. I would like to take a shower and begin again. I would also like to tell the wanna be hair dresser in my head to stop it with the trimming of the bangs because she is just making it worse! Gah. So stupid. Why must I butcher my hair like that? Why can't I just leave well enough alone. Good thing about bangs though, they grow fast, so next week, I'm sure it will look fine, but right now all I have is hate directed towards my stupid bangs. I know, none of this is exciting, but that's what is rolling around in my head right now.
In other news: I went to water the plants outside and there's a birds nest in our watering can. I kinda love that, and I don't want to disturb the nest, so I guess I'm going to buy another watering can. In more plant related news, the two plants I wanted to water seem to be having a hard time with the whole staying alive thing, and we couldn't figure out what was happening, why they weren't thriving. Well, I know now: Squirrels. Little bastards. They are the reason I can't have a bird feeder in our backyard. Well, the raccoons are also part of that reason, but the squirrels are by far the most destructive. So irritating. I love having a bird feeder. I love watching the birds. I'm sure there are remedies for this, and in truth, I don't want to harm the little fuckers, I just want them to eat the five bajillion acorns on the ground instead of the birdseed in the feeder. Seriously. Nuts are everywhere, stop hijacking my bird feeder!
It is almost 1pm and my son has been napping since 10:45am. I LOVE THAT. I hope he sleeps a little longer, so we can have a fun filled afternoon that wears his little fanny out before he goes to bed tonight. I still obsess about his sleeping. We're having trouble getting into a groove, although I'm hoping now that he's well and can sleep better thanks to his VERY EXPENSIVE allergy medication, his sleep starts to sort itself out. Yesterday he was up before 5am (I know! WTF?) and this morning he slept until after 6am. It's so hard to plan a day when I never know what time he's going to get up or how many naps he'll take. I swear to God, he's going to be in college and I'll probably nag him about sleeping. And I swear to God one more time, because I will talk about my kids sleeping issues and habits to anyone who will listen and then fall asleep myself because I'm bored with my own repetitive conversations about it.