Where's My Sugar Rush?

I do not know why I'm so freaking groggy this morning. I feel like someone has spun me around a few times and I can't get my equilibrium right. I'm not feeling like cleaning either. I just had a breakfast of Coke and chocolates. Waiting for the sugar high to kick in so I can run around cleaning like a demented maid til it wears off.

I took the sprogs to school again today. Sweety was gonna do it but it was raining and they'd have to be dropped off through parent drop off instead of him walking them to their door. He feels guilty about just kicking them off at the curb but I don't. So I got the job. Because nobody came out of my uterus it doesn't cramp if I let them out in front of the school instead of escorting everyone up.

Maybe it's the weather that's making me feel so oogey. It's raining and I think there's some kind of tornado watch or something.

Geez. I see stinky dog on my Korean blanket again. I'm just gonna leave her alone and wash it later today. Sweety's sister came over with her fiance last night and I've been trying to get them to take stinky dog but it's not working. They have a bassett hound too and I think he'd probably terrorize Tasha. Maybe when he dies of old age they'll be able to take her. When we went over there for Thanksgiving dinner their dog spent the entire time raping or chasing Tasha. I didn't know what was going on and when I realized it I felt absolutelyfuckingterrible. No dog deserves such violation. And on Thanksgiving no less.

LB(8) has been asking me for the last week to come and eat lunch with him. I think I've had lunch at the school at least every other week for about the last 6 weeks. I feel bad telling him no but I'm just not feeling like going up there. I wish his mom would do some of these things with him. I think she's eaten with him once and he was thrilled. I just don't think you should have any more kids if you can't pay sufficient attention to the ones that you already have. I think that's one of the reasons I don't really want any. I know the boys need all the attention that they can get and if we had a baby I'm afraid they'd feel pushed to the side like they are at their mom's. After she was pregnant with her last kid they asked me the entire time when was I going to have a baby. Finally one day (when I was going on a field trip with LB who was about 6) LB asked me for about the bazillionth time and I said "Do you know where I'd be right now if me and your Dad had a baby? I'd be at home with it instead of on this trip with you. You like having me here, right?" And the subject was dropped forever. I guess their mother had told them that god gives you babies and they decided that's why I didn't have one. I told them that I and the wonders of science, not god, decided if a sibling would land. Lucky for them my biological clock is broken.

I'd always thought I'd have kids of my own and Sweety said he didn't want me to feel like I'm missing out on something. I don't. After living with kids for over half the week it's rather nice to be alone sometimes. I guess if he didn't already have kids we would and I'd never know the difference. But I'm okay with life as it is.

I still feel like crap. I think I'm gonna curl up with stinky dog on the blanket for a tiny nap. Then I'll get up and clean. And wash the blanket and the dog.

Have I mentioned how much I loathe washing that damn dog? Argh.