Doug is snoring!  Doug is snoring!  The sound is as comforting to me as it is annoying.

  I’m comforted he is a soldier back from Iraq safe and sound.  I’m annoyed for obvious reasons. 

Today was complete and utter doo doo again. 

 But I’m guilted into feeling relieved I am alive. 

By the sounds of things the 100,000+ people in the cyclone hit country, wish they could trade places with me. 

 Checking on the little yellow house again, they still have to clean it, and do minor repairs. AAAAAGGGHH!  Yes, I would scream but that would mean waking everyone who I tried so hard to get to sleep.

  Big and little “A”  to be exact. 

Why do girls feel the need to “trash up” the place?

  Oh they are experts at it too.  Soda cans, water bottles, empty food containers, scraps of paper, dirty socks, their shoes, their book bags, their homework, their notebooks, their freaking nail polish remover, their cups, their paper plates, and somewhere in there big “A” is stating for the record that she is a clean freak!

   WHATEVER! 

Girl, you were born in the “show me” state of Missouri, you got to show me!  Anything else is speculation! 

 I’m depressed today, and on the verge of tears.  I want nothing more than to escape the cave, but my coping mechanisms to survive over one month of “hole-tel” is to SLEEP.

  Hence, the “sleep~ drive Doug to work~,sleep ~drive the girls to school~, sleep,~ eat crappy food,~ sleep, ~stare at mindless TV,~ sleep,~ blog, ~sleep cycle is born!” 

I feel like i am doing hard time in a cave.

  I know I’m such a whiny bee-och.  I can’t stand myself half the time.  Complaining about such minor doo doo.  Geez…

I need a hug!