A Week of Whining

If I had to pick one thing that would drive me to the loony bin the fastest, I would have to pick whining.

The only thing that is worse than children whining are adults that sound like children when they whine.

If you are like me, you better skip this post. Because I'm a' whinin'.

Guess who has a fever, chills, cough and feels generally horrendous at this fine hour of 4:14 am? To add insult to injury? I definitely think the cramping in my gut right now is hormonal, if ya know what I mean. It's bound to be a fun weekend.

It's the weekend that I am worried about...The Girl turns 8 on Sunday and when asked what she wanted to do she said she wanted a "Girls day", just me and her, to shop, eat at Chili's (her fave eatery) and go to a movie. At this point, I want to spend the day wrapped in Cookie (the blue heating blanket), and sip hot beverages spiked with Nyquil.

I will be making a quick stop at Target today, in all my snotty glory, because I made the unfortunate choice to put shopping for birthday gifts off until this last week of January. Of course, this week has not gone according to schedule. Which totally irritates me.

I am normally a very upbeat, positive, and encouraging kind of gal. Today, I feel discouraged.

Well, this morning I feel discouraged, there is still a lot of day left.

OK, I think I am done.