So today has sucked so far. I'm tired and in pain (though I must say, not nearly as badly as before Lyrica) and the kids have just been insane. Liam is starting to go through separation anxiety, so he cries whenever anyone leaves the room. Lorelei is her own cranky self, as usual, but it's been a bit worse today. She broke my hurricane candle thingy, she and Maggie got so filthy covered with dirt that all it did was make mud when I tired to wash their hair. Molly has complained every single step of the way with school today and has barely made a dent in her schoolwork in the past two hours. My house is filthy. The kids have hair cuts this afternoon at 3 so I'm under a time crunch and it's just making everything worse. And Lorelei can't take her nap because of it.
Pop died yesterday and the funeral and everything is Saturday. Because of that and the rain, the yard sale is canceled.
And the funny thing is, while I'm kinda stressed, in the back of my mind I just don't care anymore. I'm so tired of trying to maintain any sort of decency in this household. I just quit.