Something is eating the petunias.

Something is eating the petunias I just planted. It’s also nibbling the basil. Several of the marigolds have lost their heads.

I worked for hours over the weekend to get one corner of the living room straightened. It was so tidy that I actually twirled in the center open space. The rest of the house remains the same, looking as if it was turned upside down and shaken, or as if we were recently ransacked.

The littlest needs vision therapy, and still have to call the insurance company to see whether it will cost thousands out of pocket.

There are no clean hand towels in the downstairs bathroom.

Tomorrow I have an important meeting in the morning.

Tonight the littlest was in tears asking to stay home and snuggle with me tomorrow.

The hydroponic rosemary I bought, which clearly stated on the package that it can live on the countertop in water, has shriveled and died.

I weigh the same or slightly more now than I did when I had an almost full-term baby inside me.

It’s getting warmer, and I’m dreading summer clothes with my current body.

I meant to join the gym today, but instead I drank tea and took a nap. I meant to join the gym last week, too. And the week before that.

I have to step over piles of laundry to get up the stairs.

Must remember to go through all the kids’ clothes as well as my own to donate things we never wear. I am constantly folding and putting away.

I am getting better at remembering which baskets contain clean clothes versus dirty.

We are out of cheese sticks. Therefore I am not sure what the littlest will eat tomorrow. It is “Oat Day” in kindergarten. He will eat oats at school, but never at home. They are completely different oats!

Tonight I yelled. Again. I immediately regret it, and yet we’re stuck in the cycle of no one listening to me unless I yell.

I feel like an awful parent. The big one struggles with reading and math, and somehow I never remind her to work on it at home. I should know to remind her and have time to help her. Somehow I remember to water the plants being eaten by slugs, but forget to remind my daughter to learn. If I do remember, she groans in exasperation and doesn’t want to right now. I worry she’ll spell anything as “eneything” forever and never learn to multiply.

I need to stop staying up until 1am.

The 6:30 alarm comes too soon.

And I hit snooze five times today.  

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