Why is it that today even the tiniest things make me want to scream. Or cry.
Basically this is the gist of my day so far:
Brand new computer got a virus. Can't be fixed.
Baby food all over me and baby. Baby just laughs.
You were suppose to have a short day. You won't be home till late.
People don't give credit where credit is due. Hurt my feelings.
Homemade granola bars turned out gross.
Can't find fabric that I want for an affordable price. Annoyed.
Baby is sleeping. You're not home. Friend hasn't texted me back.
You called. You're having a bad day too. I'm sorry.
I think we need a change. What I really want is for 90 degree weather. Then we can hang out outside all day and soak up the sun. Can we move to Arizona right now?