So I learn to type in my room. Seems to be all that is left to me. I mean, I can listen to the foolishness when I'm not doing anything, but must it always come when I'm right in the middle of something? Do I have a big sign that says, look, I'm trying to concentrate, come and throw bull at me?
Sorry, I'm a bit grumpy. Cade's been sick with pneumonia, so I've had to hear about how doctors don't know what they're talking about and how I'm a bad mother for letting him go back to school. Of course, when he was home, I was a bad mother because I kept him home most of January. And Tris is getting fat, although he's been losing weight, and Bree has no ambition. I've been asked 700 times if Gwen has dropped out of college. And what is wrong with all my kids anyway? Do I know that Houston is driving his truck in all this bad weather? It's not good for him to drive that truck in bad weather. Hello? It's how he makes his living? He's been doing it for damn near 30 years now!
(Wow, it felt good to get that off my chest)
The worst is I just get into the groove of whatever I'm doing, and bang! Either this foolishness starts up, or one of the kids needs something (still) or Houston wanders in looking for food. Today, I'm ready to pack my bag and move into the storage shed.