I miss my house. I miss my dog. I miss my own kitchen. Doing a wedding cake in someone else's kitchen sucks. Not going to the gym sucks the most of all. I suppose I could still go to Preformax, but that adds an hour of drive time onto my already stupidly busy day. After this cake is done I am definitely doing it. Because not working out plus snitching on cake equals tubby Celeste. Not good for anyone. I kinda broke down today at Young Women's. I've been all okay about the house and stuff, but I swung by there tonight to pick up some stuff & it's just so depressing. I want my life back. I want to work on my garden & sleep in my bed & do my dishes & mop my floor & wash my windows & grocery shop & all the mundane, tedious tasks that all moms moan about. I want to do them at MY OWN HOUSE!!!! Wah-wah-wah, right? It sucks.
Thank you for letting me vent.
Oh, and guess what is the suckiest ever? Well, might be the suckiest ever. I think Sawyer is allergic to Charlie. Yeah. Her month long cold has been letting up since we haven't been around our dog for 2 weeks. We have an appointment with the allergist next week, I am so scared about this prospect. I would rather put up with a permanently snot nosed child than not have Charlie in our lives. Not even kidding.