Today marks the fifth straight day of rain. I dropped Noah off at school and headed to Savers in Nashua. If you don't know what Savers is let me enlighten you. It is like a Salvation Army/Goodwill that is a little cleaner, more organized, and has enough shopping carts. Anyone that has shopped at a Salvation Army knows that you have to damn near claw somebodies eyes out to get a carriage. Even then it is some Market Basket cast off with one wheel that doesn't touch the ground and another that makes a high pitch squealing noise. This is great when you are a kid though because no matter where your mother tries to hide you will find her. I know a lot of people would not be caught dead at a second hand store but I was raised on second hand stuff, be it from the Salvation Army or the cousins. So this morning, in light of absolute boredom, I decided to make a trip and see what Savers had in store. Honest to Go...
I have a problem. I always wondered why the hell anyone would want to feed wild birds. Why they become obsessed with various seeds, feeders, and the types of birds that were eating in their yard, well I have become one of these assholes. I actually started out with a bird feeder from the Dollar store and when that of course broke before it even got out of the bag I stepped it up to a cedar one from Walmart (oh la la) that cost a whopping 10 dollars. I wasn't even really that excited about it until I actually saw the cutest little birds enjoying the fruits of my feeder. I saw at least 6 different kinds until I spied the squirrels circling the perimeter. There were at least 3 of those little bastards and I knew their plan. It was not more then a day of joyful bird watching before the yard rats moved in to destroy a beautiful thing. So I went crazy. I immediately got on google and researched how to keep squirrels out of your bird feeder....
I have been horrible this week. Just plain irritable, emotional, short tempered, horrendous! You name it I have been it. Sadly, I think I am still in the throws of it now. Both of the kids have been sick which is just the pits. Runny nose, coughing, puking, 400 loose stool diapers a day makes for a type of exhaustion that could only be matched by running the Boston Marathon. To top it off my daughter is not one of those cuddly quiet sick kids, she fights the illness with everything in her and WHINES incessantly, following me around the house crying and hanging off my leg. I will set her all up with blankie, bubba, binky all cozy on the couch and then go in the kitchen to attempt starting dinner and within two minutes she is standing under my legs crying and reaching for uppie. So onto the hip she goes and we end up with a sore arm and a half hazardly thrown together meal. The point of this rant is that I am...
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