The fog, the fog
Was horrific. Couldn't see three feet in front of me. Scary stuff. It's so humid out there you could write your name in the air with a finger. Loverly. That makes for a REAL BAD hair day. We arrived at school around 7:05, so I feel all guilty for not giving her more time to get dressed. I could've dealt with SOME traffic, geez. :/ Friday, it took an HOUR to get home. OMG. That's just...wrong. Today, it took 15 minutes. Gotta be a happy medium in there somewhere, and there is no back way.
Didn't sleep well last night. Upstairs, apparently a bunch was going on. So despite my best efforts, it seemed like every hour, on the hour I was awake just staring at the clock. GRrrRRR. I kept hearing LOUD feet pounding over my head. THERE SHOULD BE A LAW AGAINST THAT. I'm still resisting the urge to spray those um handles. It's soooooo hard, though. :I I've BEEN more than tolerant. His behavior is inexcusable. Baseball boy has gotta go and has become my 'new mission.' Grr. Adele needs sleep, and SHE catches it worse than *I* do. THAT really makes me angry. And now they're hammering something. Clearly, they broke a doorframe or a light fixture in their drunken ramblings at 2 this morning. *screams*
Have WAY too much to do today, and won't be spending my time here. Adele didn't seem overly cheerful this a.m., so I'm kinda worried that she'll have a bad day :/ Not gonna do me a bit of good to wonder/worry about all that. She looked good! :-D
That is all.