It's one of those days...

I only posted a few hours ago, but it's amazing how quickly your day can go down the crapper.

This guy I knew was murdered in a bar brawl in MA. He used to be engaged to a high school friend of mine. Apparently, he was trying to stick up for someone and ended up dead. In the news article, it says a 24 year old kid was arrested for stabbing a husband and wife during the same bar fight. My guess is that he was trying to break it up. I don't know for sure. But whatever happened, it's a horrible tragedy.

I took a nap during Sesame Street. I've been cranky and tired for weeks now, not to mention the sciatica and heart palpitations. I'm ready for this whole pregnancy thing to be over. During my nap, I found out exactly how much destruction a 17 month old can make.

LB figured out how to unscrew the lid to his sippy cup. He then dumped the contents all over the floor. On the tile? Nope, the carpet. Was it juice or water? Nope, it was milk. A cup of milk all in the carpet. And I ran out of paper towels, so I tried to get as much up as I could, but I know my carpet is still going to reek.

He also tore a few pages out of Hubby's biology textbook. I told Hubby that it was a bad idea to put them on the bookshelf. I mean, it's not like we're going to reread them, and they're expensive! But he did, and LB has been messing with them since he could. I don't plan on telling Hubby about the textbook.

And, LB found my wallet (I have no idea how) and pulled all my credit cards and insurance cards out. Then, he must have thrown them up in the air because they are completely scattered around. I'm still looking for the Blockbuster card.

Still recovering from my harddrive crash, too. Lots of programs were installed before we bought the computer, so now we have to actually pay for them, like Microsoft Office and Works. My biggest irritation is that I lost my address book, so I've been trying to come up with address off the top of my head.

Got an annoying email from a flutist asking where the hell I'd been for the past few rehearsals. Kinda wish I had told her to stuff it. I can barely stay awake during the day- forget about rehearsals lasting 'til 9pm! So I just said I'm too exhausted to go.

The kitchen is a disaster. Wish I could nap during LB's nap, but I'm afraid the dirty dishes will grow legs and jump on me until I wake up.

Only a few good things came from today. The lawn ninjas finally did their job and cut my grass. I'm having dinner with a friend who always is fun to be around. And I'm supposed to skype with my parents. It's not even noon, and I'm ready for this day to be over... and I just caught a whiff of poop. Duty calls.

I wish life came with sick days, or personal days, because I would totally take one today. I just want to sit on my couch all day with a stiff drink in my hand.