I'm soooo not feeling well right now. It's not that I feel sick, per se, I just don't feel good. Like there are piles of bricks on my shoulders, pulling me down. And bricks on my eyelids, making them want to close. And bricks on my brain because I can't think.
Sam spent the first hour of the day, after Scott left with the big kids, crying about her boots....then laying in front of the door crying because Daddy was gone...then crying about her boots again...I don't know what's wrong with her boots. It was just, "Mah boots!! Mah boots!!" and then collapsing in a sobbing, tearful mess on the floor. I distracted her with a Caillou DVD, which seemed to work. She only stopped watching once, to tearfully ask me: "Daddy home yet?" but then Caillou did something silly and she was distracted from her misery again.
It's been a long day. I can't wait for Scott to come home so that I can go to bed and sleep this thing off.