I do not like my hair.
I found out that Annabeth has a very good chance of coming down with the chicken pox.
Jackson asked me for something every two minutes all day long.
And he's trying to give up his nap.
I yelled at him more times than I can count.
It was my worst mothering day since right after Annabeth was born and I was basically a sleepwalking hormone with greasy hair and B's of Doom.
What was my excuse today? I don't have one.
Today is over in 90 minutes.