Make fudge and slowly nom on it all night, or go buy a pack of smokes. So my face is covered in chocolate. Mmmm, nothing like a fat girl with a fudge mustache. Meh. I'd rather be fat than see Dante pretend to smoke again.
My head hurts. Like, OH MY GODS! WHO IS SQUEEZING MY AMYGDALA? kind of pain. It's crazy. I also have little trolls tap dancing on my temples, but they make me laugh, so screw it.
Ever have one of those cabin fever days where it feels like crushing your face with a cast iron skillet would be more fun that what you're doing? That's how today was. I am so incredibly dumb: I decided, on day 2 of Not Smoking, that I was going to make drums with Dante out of baby cheesy poof containers and an old formula can. People with OCD shouldn't do arts and crafts at home with their kids. I thought my head was going to explode. And then Scarlett stuck her feet in glue. And Dante cut a hole in his new boxer briefs with his blunt scissors. And colored all over himself with marker. Oi.
The kids and I got into a splash fight in the tub earlier, which made my heart flutter. It was a blast! Scarlett "kicks" by holding on to the bath seat and lifting her butt and legs and splashing them down as hard as she can. It's hilarious! Dante just kicks and kicks until I am wiping bathwater off my face.
But Day 2 is almost over. I am kinda twitchy. Maybe it's because I haven't had enough coffee. I think only two huge cups is some kind of record low. =(
But now I have to have decaf, since it's bedtime.