(I know anything I post today will be anti-climatic compared to the drama of the weekend, but I figured maybe seeing my boob would excite some of you a little. Sorry, it's all I got.)Well it really does suck to be the little kid this week. He didn't get to go to Hooters on his birthday, hHe didn't win the photowow prize, and the titty bar has shut its doors (mommy is sick of having to wake up every morning).
I would probably keep it going at least at night, but he likes to switch back and forth and he's really loud about it and I'm just over it. So tonight (read: any minute now) I'll be enjoying a nice bottle of wine. Not that breastfeeding kept me from drinking, but it kept me from drinking the whole bottle.
I accidentally had a productive day. I went grocery shopping (Why can't I get out of that place for less than $175?) and then I came home to discover that my internet was down. Oh boy was I pissed. I suspected that Mr. Ashley had done this on purpose and he was going to catch hell when he got home.
I didn't want to clean the house because I didn't want to validate his often spoken theory that if I had no internet I would get more done. My counter argument (and the truth) being that I'd probably just read more books or find another way to spend the time. However, there was really nothing else to do so I cleaned the whole house. Well, not the whole house but I did clean up quite a bit.
Finally, I could stay away no longer and thought I would make a list or play solitaire or do something with my computer and it turns out that my internet was just fine, the page I had gone to must have had a problem. What a waste of a freaking day.
