Sometimes having to do everything on your own is so frustrating. Last night I had a killer headache, Shelby was unusually whiny and clingy, there was laundry to be done, dishes to be washed, dinner to be made and the apartment was a WRECK. It seemed like I couldn't get anything done. When I discovered that we were out of milk I hurled the empty jug across the kitchen and sat down on the floor and cried.
I finally decided that the clothes and dishes would just have to wait another night. Shelby and I got in the truck, went to Wendy's for chicken nuggets and picked up some milk on the way home. After her bath, Shelby calmed down quite a bit and we played . . .some things are more important than a clean apartment. As soon as she was asleep I blocked my "to-do" list from my mind and climbed into bed and drifted off watching Seinfeld.
Tomorrow is another day.