Calgon, take me away......

Ever have one of those days that you just want to crawl back into bed and not wake up for six months or so? Yeah, it's one of those days here for me. Or, I should say, one of those weeks.

Not for lack of sleep, mind you, Hubby has graciously let me sleep WAY in the last few days. It's Mouth. He's had a rotten week, thus I have had a rotten week. He was good this morning until I got up. He watched endless T.V. this morning (Hubby was doing dishes and laundry, that sainted man) and so when I got up I figured I'd watch 30 Minute Meals. WRONG-O, Momma. That was the beginning. He said he was hungry, I made fish sticks. He likes fish sticks. With ketchup. But, no, Momma wasn't the mind reader and had no idea it would set off nuclear holocaust. Forty-five minutes later, he's still staring at the damned plate full of fish sticks. Which is actually, only four, cut in thirds. No where near the entire freakin' swordfish you would think I was trying to force him to eat.

*sigh* There isn't enough freaking Paxil and Boone's Farm to fix this week.