nixtress's Diaryland Diary

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Whap! Bam! Slap!

Why is it that boys, when down to the wire and at their wits' ends, will always resort to hitting? I woke up this morning to Trev screeching because Ryan had hit him with one of those plastic and metal musical pipe things (you know, the ones that fluctuate up and down in tone when you pull the metal thingie while blowing into it?what're those called?) After much wrangling through he said/he said, I managed to delve out that Ryan wasn't listening to Trevor, so Trev began copying Ry at which point Ry got really pissed off and hit Trev.

I've got my own domestic violence shelter/soap opera here.

They're finishing up their Cocoa Puffs and then it's Separation City. Maybe that'll help restore the patience levels just a bit.

I wish I were my cats. They sleep in the sun, eat MY food instead of their own cat food, play at darktime and snuggle me for attention. How much easier could a life be? In crawling out of bed this morning to the tune of Trevor's wail, I noticed Freya and Wraith had crawled into bed with me and were spooning me--one behind my butt, one against the small of my back. How sweet.

It's gorgeously lit up outside and I think I'm going to go do another load of the neverending laundry and let the boys ride bikes. Good for all of us to just get out and be in the sun today.

That'll help take my mind off the 8 hrs I get to spend with PainInMyAssPatty tonight. Happy Sunny Sunday all.

N.

10:42 a.m. - 2003-09-21

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