Now I see why people hate Mondays...

So I'm awake until the coffee and the benedryl fight it out and decide screw this, I'm hitting the pillow again...  Might as well blog...

My refusal to overcome my feet and back hurting and stand in line has officially bitten me in the arse.  Last week, at Olivia's school's open house, I had the chance to find out what bus my child would be on but the fact that the line was like six parents deep and there were tiny kids running around screaming, I figured, she could just go out at 8 like she did last year and catch the bus...

Wrong...

She got out there at 8.  The bus had already been and gone...

)#$*(&!)*

Well, I WAS NOT going to wake my mother up and have her grumble and fuss as she drove across town to come take baby girl to school. I would inevitably catch the crap load on that one.  Nope, I scrambled up my last ten bucks and called yellow cab who told me that it would be 7-9 bucks to go 2 miles... God I miss five dollar cab rides.

But thankfully, my neighbors oldest son showed up to see his own kids off to school and he gave Livy a ride to her school even though he wasn't going in that direction.  I love my neighbors family.  You don't know how much.  Pretty much from month three of me being here they open their arms and invited me into their family.  Do you know how many of their family celebrations I've been invited to??  I love them.

So Olivia is off to school and I am gulping down a big cup of coffee and hoping that this little pink pill does it's thing pretty soon or I may be reduced to clawing at my skin like I was last night around midnight...

For the fifth straight day, social services has failed to put my food stamps in.  In the beginning it really wasn't much of a big deal.  I stockpile food so it's not like we were hurting.  And truthfully, the kids aren't hurting save a lack of Capri Sun's to take to school.  At the moment, I am the one who's feeling the pain of no food stamps.

I am out of sugar for my coffee.  I am out of flour to make bread.

The first sentence alone should scare even Obama.  Seven A.M. and I simply do not mix.  To make us mix, we need the benevolent God of Caffeine to visit us.  If the Caffeine God does not visit us, you have three females who don't like morning all converged into one household.  That's right, be afraid.  You should be.  I'm about ready to go to a restaurant and hold them at butterknife point for all their sugar packets...

The lady said that if they weren't there by Tuesday we have a problem.  She has no idea.

So yeah... If this is the Monday that everyone is always complaining about, I agree, they suck.  IF you have had to live this Monday for longer than one day, I pity you.  I would hand you a cup of coffee, but mine has almost the last bit of sugar in it and dammit, I'm not sharing!

I think I'll go something productive like go play the sims...

Ciao!