I'm Tired

All this week Shaggy is doing the Davis Program for his dyslexia. We started today, so far so good. He really enjoyed it and Thumbelina and I got a lot of shopping done. She is such a great baby to take anywhere, she just goes with the flow. But I am tired and it's going to be a long week. It's a 90 minute drive, so we need to leave the house by 7:30, and with traffic, we didn't get home until 6:00 pm today. And I can't come home during the day and have someone else pick him up in the afternoon because Shaggy is on his own during lunch from 12 - 1 pm. There were a few tense moments of driving when I just wanted to close my eyes...rubbing helps, as does pulling off to the side of the road and getting a banana from the back of the tran to eat...oh, and did you know that although leather seats are uber great, they are uber slippery when you're trying to change a baby's diaper. Just thought you should know.

One day down, 4 to go.

And I googled Ikea, and the closest one to where we're at is like 45-60 minutes away...which doesn't give us any time to shop. Bummer.

It's becoming almost a chore to feed Thumbelina. Right now she is disgusted by anything remotely resembling baby food. Especially if it comes from a jar. So people food it is, but one day she'll gobble something up, and the next it's flung from her highchair with a giggle and a smile. And an 'uh-oh'.

Is it wrong of me to take something out of my assistant's desk drawer that she first took out of mine? I have a passion for all things post-it. It's a sickness, I know, and the 3-M company has made a lot of money off of me. I can't resist them. So I was looking all over for a particular post-it pad of mine, because even though I have an abundance of them, they are all used for different things. Different colours reflect my moods...you know...so as a last resort, I checked her desk and there it was. So I took it back. And I replaced it with a brand-new package or ordinary post-its so she wouldn't think I was stealing. I'm not about the ordinary. In case you hadn't figured that out yet. In our storage room, there is a whole shelf of ordinary post-its that she won't touch. She only goes after mine. My favourite little teeny tiny post-it pad that I use all the time was one day torn in half. The bottom half was in her drawer, so I took it back. I have personal space issues, people. Stay out of my desk. Today I found post-it's in the shape of my initial. So of course I had to buy them. Let's see her try and sneak those from my desk!