{"id":739,"date":"2008-11-05T14:47:00","date_gmt":"2008-11-05T19:47:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wednesday-november-5-2008\/"},"modified":"2008-11-05T14:47:00","modified_gmt":"2008-11-05T19:47:00","slug":"wednesday-november-5-2008","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wednesday-november-5-2008\/","title":{"rendered":"Wednesday November 5, 2008"},"content":{"rendered":"

Do you ever wish you were a robot so you wouldn’t feel<\/em> things?  Today is one of those days when I feel more like sitting down and crying then anything else.  Nothing is so terribly wrong … but nothing is clicking like I hoped either.  I blew the entire morning taking Adam in to the pediatrician again for his still painful ear.  Yes, it perforated.  Yes, it’s still infected.  Yes, he needs another round of a different antibiotic.  <\/p>\n

Liam is in one of those “sleep for ten minutes wake up crying” kind of nap days.  I didn’t complete 1\/4 of my to do list yesterday and when I try to work on it today, I keep getting interrupted.  <\/p>\n

I tried to upload a photo order only to realize the web page is down for some bizarre reason.<\/p>\n

Finishing the dress I’m sewing looks so appealing because the first thing I have to do is pick a seam.  <\/p>\n

It feels futile to start a project because my supper menu tonight takes longer then most and we have church tonight and I’m really tired of us being late.  Especially because 98% of the time it’s my fault for not starting supper earlier, giving the boys baths before supper, etc.<\/p>\n

No one I try to call is at home (lucky for them).<\/p>\n

“Some days are like that. ….  Even in Australia.”<\/p>\n

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