October 31, 2005

"I don't like Mondays..."

Sometimes I wonder if The Boomtown Rats had kids when they sang this. If Bob Geldof had offspring back then, he might have sang "I hate, loathe and despise Mondays..."

Or, rather, Sunday nights. Son never wants to go to bed, he pouts and shuffles his way in to brush his teeth; last night he had a tantrum because I made him use Crest instead of his Spongebob toothpaste. Sure, there was another tube of Spongebob toothpaste in the cupboard, but it was just that one time, it was damn Crest and what was the big deal?

My patience was running waaaaaaaaaay short last night, as I'd had a pretty tiring Saturday and was still wiped out last night. In a literal blast from the past, I'd hauled out all my Civil War attire and went up to the church's Harvest party (an alternative to Halloween) dressed as Clara Barton. Hey, it's historical, relevant, and I like to haul out the petticoats from time to time...and I didn't know any Biblical characters to dress as, other than Jezebel, and...um... Well, my corset is pre-baby, so I was basically sucking it in, ala Scarlett O'Hara, to get the thing on. And these days, reenactors don't suck it in. It's not healthy. I think I ruptured something.

Anyway, after having spent Saturday afternoon decorating the fellowship hall, and that evening stuffing myself into the historic ensemble, by Sunday morning I was pretty tired and out of sorts. So last night I was in NO MOOD to nitpick over toothpaste. All this after we'd enjoyed family time watching The Great Pumpkin.

Oh yeah, and now Daughter is getting sick. The fun never ends around here. Ah yes, and let's not forget the whole routine of getting Son out of bed and ready for school. I'm not looking forward to it.

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