My Seussical Life for 2005 February 24

Some mornings I wake up and deep down inside, I've already decided the coming day is doomed. This is that kind of day.

I don't want to take care of anyone else today. I want someone to take care of me for a change. To make matters worse, Dave left for a conference in Wichita this morning, and he won't be back until tomorrow night.

Man, I hate days like this. Maybe a long, hot shower will lift this malaise better than my lame attempts at peppy self-talk. I'll give it a try. The boys can watch Pee Wee's Playhouse and eat fruit snacks while I try to shoulder the day ahead.

Well, my day turned out fine after all. I traded baby-sitting with my neighbor for a couple hours. That helped. Now the boys are in bed. I am going to watch Hidalgo and eat Ben & Jerry's. We'll see how well Vigo performs when he's not trying to save Middle Earth.