What The Hell Wednesday 3
Wednesdays are great for Wordless and Wordful posts, but we decided to go a different route and create our own Wednesday fun. We figured what the hell. That’s how we started What The Hell Wednesday. Who are we kidding? That’s pretty much how we decide on almost everything. If you want to play along, grab our button on the sidebar, link up to us in your post and don’t forget to sign in to McLinky below. Really, what the hell?
Today I woke up at 5am with my head feeling like it was going to explode, I knew what it was…..a full blown migraine. Great, what the hell? Even my teeth hurt! Of course I had to get both boys ready for school before I took the medicine, just in case someone missed the bus, I can’t drive when I take it. I took the pill, and went to bed. When I got up my head was a little better, but I felt drunk…..great.
This afternoon I had to go to a Special Ed. meeting about my youngest. Yes, I had to go feeling all drugged out from the migraine meds. Without going into too much personal detail about him, he is behind in school. The school psychologist said, “well he is progressing, so I don’t see a problem”. Um, yea, he’s not at grade level in all aspects, how is that progressing, what the hell is wrong with you? So after much arguing with me, and his teacher, they finally decided to test him to see what, if anything can be done.
Tomorrow the kids have a half a day, then they go one full week of school, then they have a Friday off, then no school on Wednesday the next week, then a half a day the following Wednesday, and then Thanksgiving recess, what the hell people? I need to go to work, and you’re really affecting my ability to do that with all your days off!
Okay the Christmas commercials are a little early…what the hell? I haven’t even carved the pumpkins with the kids or gotten costumes!! I like to be in denial that Christmas isn’t that far away, and when you show me commercials about shopping, well, it kinda messes with that!
Why does Stacy feel the need to share really personal things with me. What the Hell? I mean I know I’m her sister and all, but I’m not a sharer or a joiner, for that matter. She should know me way better than that.
We still haven’t figured out how 2 big freakin’ birds ended up in our basement laundry room. What the Hell? At least they weren’t big black crows because that would sooo freak me out being Halloween and all.
I don’t know why, but every single time our cat jumps up to be patted he either sneezes in my face like he’s allergic to me or he turns around and sticks his cat butt in my face. What the hell cat? I don’t want your cat germs sprayed in my face and I don’t want to see your butt.