I have had it up to HERE (pointing at jugular) with stuff. Stuff stuff. Everything stuff.
I picked up the kid from daycare today, and for the first time ever she said "He was...well, he was..." and then she shook her head and rolled her eyes, and said "he had a bit of a day." Griffin has NEVER pitched a fit at daycare, until today. He was throwing shit all over the place today, screaming and throwing himself on the floor, the classic rendition of a terrible 2 tantrum.
I had picked him up early, because Dudley had to go to the vet to get a special shot so he could go to the boarder this weekend. The vet was twice as much fun with a toddler who apparently wasn't quite finished his terribly 2 day. There was more throwing at the vet, including magazines, dog treats, and a little dog statue showing the inner workings of your best friend Fido. Fido took a header on the cement floor when Griffin chucked him, and busted his tail. All this after the vet had finished giving me proper shit for not cleaning Dudley's ears well enough. Pardon moi? Actually, the husband does the ear cleaning around here, you're preaching at the wrong person. $240 later we finally left the vet. Damn dog is worse than the car - go in for a simple shot, come out $240 poorer.
Fun task for tonight? Cleaning the house so it's clean enough for the cleaner to come and clean tomorrow. Sounds like a riot, right?
Thank god Steve comes home tomorrow, I'm done. D-O-N-E done.
(Thanks for listening....I'm finished now!)