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Me: Damnit. It didn’t send my rant.
Kat: Oh boo 😦 is it lost?
Me: Are you kidding me? It did it again!
I hate you phone.
Me: Let’s start with the fact that Tornado A is ready to rumble because he’s all riled up.
Me: Then add my biggest project, the one I’m most worried about, is due tonight, and I’ve done nothing on it but a little research.
Me: Tornado E just decided top lay in wait and scare Tornado S as he left the bathroom. He pushed Tornado A into turbo and made Tornado S cry. Tornado E is banned from getting a drink of water. He is now crying.
Me: Tornado A is getting out of bed and running to the door where I scoop him up and deliver him to bed. And repeat. He loves it.
Me: Tornado E is still crying.
Me: This afternoon was devoted to these super cool snacks for Tornado E’s class tomorrow, which took forever, and I still have to work on them.
Me: Tons of tantrums. Omg. Tons of tantrums. I sent the big boys to bed early.
Me: Tornado A decided to rearrange my baking stuff in the pantry. He spilled the flour.
Me: He also decided to rearrange the jam jars on the table. He dropped one. Jam everywhere.
Me: Dinner was late. Emptied and loaded the dishwasher though. But my bathrooms are disgusting. And the house. Yeah.
Me: Oh and everyone wants me to decided on CA, but I don’t care. I’m worried about class and everything before. Maybe I should say make the plans but remember I’m poor?
30 mins ( I heart texting because people can get back with you on their own time.)
Kat: Oh love ❤ I am so sorry.
Kate: Sounds like u have more than a handful going on. How are the bedtime battles going?
Me: It’s just been one of those afternoons/evenings. Tornado A is finally down. Thank God. And I think I have a blog post.
*I didn’t write yesterday because I was at my parents’ house and my mother is addicted to Facebook games. Sometimes life can be so sad.