Like Pulling Teeth.

Yesterday Josh got a flat tire as he was leaving for work in the explorer, so he ended up taking the car. I ended up staying at home with two cranky kids. I spent the entire day fighting with them and eating junk food in an unsuccessful attempt to make myself feel better. Yesterday did not make my list of top 10 days for 2010.

There is one shining beacon of happiness in our near future. Our tax return is going to be big enough that I am allowed to buy some stuff that I just want. (100 dollars really is a ridiculously huge amount for just one girl.) I picked out two books and three pairs of socks. They were online purchases, sort of. I mean, they were going to be, when the money got here. But last night Windows updated and killed everything I had open. I will have to hunt them all down again. I guess I should see that as fun, but I'm not one of those girls who really likes shopping. I just like new stuff. Especially if it comes in the mail. When I win the lottery, I'm going to buy stuff off the Internet all the time, just for the fun of getting boxes in the mail.

Oh, congratulations to Chris on his new job!! (Lucky bastard...)

Today, Josh got up and changed the tire in the freezing cold. Poor Josh. I made him hot chocolate, but it seemed insignificant. It's a full sized spare, which is GREAT, but we're really going to need 4 new tires (and a windshield, and bushings, and...). He did all this so that Grant could still make it to his dentist appointment today. At 10am, I was shivering wet-haired in my street, trying to buckle in two kids into the newly tire-ed explorer in time to make a 10:30 appointment. Turned out it wouldn't have mattered if I had stayed to dry my hair. We didn't get out of the waiting room until 10 after 11. And I forgot to bring a book for the kids.

Grant has another "gum bubble", and antibiotics have been prescribed. The tooth with the missing filling was patched up, but will have to be un-patched in March so Grant can have another pulpotomy and prevent more of these abscesses.

I have a headache. And my hair is outlandishly horrid.

Lent approacheth. What should I deny myself, guys? Any suggestions? So many excesses to choose from, you know.

I'm gonna change back into comfy sweats, I think. And I believe some cider is calling me. Maybe I can dig up something to read. Now that I'm in for the night, I could get into some book time.

Ah...the fighting again. But at least the snow stopped.

Have a happy day. I am sending out thoughts of warmth! Catch them, quick, before they freeze out there!