#322

Today was definitely not my finest hour.

Not. Even. Close.

The girls were having trouble listening. My dog didn't want to be quiet at the vet. And my nerves were shot.

Maybe the girls were acting up because of my mood. Maybe my mood was because the girls were acting up. It doesn't matter one bit shy my day was the way it was. It all boils down to a pretty bad day for me.

At the library, the girls loved story time. But as soon as that was over, they were crazy. So I honestly have no idea what books I got. Going to the post office was nice of me- MIL and awesome friends, you are welcome- but dealing with two monsters who refuses to stand still was not fun. One UPS store couldn't do what I needed, so of course I had to drive to the other store all the way across town.

Max's blood work came back normal. So we can continue to give him his meds. Yay. Because he didn't have any this weekend and it was obvious.

My head hurts. I am still irritated. My throat is getting a tickle. And I am not baking. Or cleaning.