I had to run out to a finance meeting tonight to beg, plead and request some money for the big maritime fest my group puts on each May.
I was gone from 7-8.
This is when all hell broke loose.
I came home to one kid stressing about math homework and another stressing about a science test.
Where was my husband? On the couch, watching tv, oblivious to the drama. He actually had the balls to say that we didn't really need all that money we were asking for, blah, blah, blah. I think the fire in my ears wouldn't allow me to hear anything other than blah.
Calmed the girls down, finished most of the homework.
Layed in bed with one. She informed me that her life was a "drama. A tv drama."
Layed in bed with the other. She informed me that she had the chicken pox, lice and pink eye.
I think I am going to need something stronger than the antibiotics that the Dr. gave me today.