Yesterday was a No Good, Very Horrible Day.
Aaron and I bickered all weekend.
"What am I suppose to be stopping, Laura?"
"That breathing. Knock if off."
"Yes. Stop. It. You. Are. Driving. Me. Crazy."
And you know what else? My boobs hurt. Like, seriously. It's been going on for a week. Stop being tender already girls. Knock it off. And stop being swollen and bloated already. Geesh.
And the boys are sick. Nothing says LOVE like covering your mother in vomit. Noth. Ing.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to dress myself in black, lock myself in my bedroom and listen to The Cure all day.