Irksome.

So, today was kind of blah.

I don't feel so great, and I ain't gonna lie, I'm not good at hiding that. 

When I am sick, I find things irksome.

And poor Daisy Mae.  She irked me.

You see, dear readers, we were reviewing her math lesson.  Can you guess what "letter" Daisy Mae had in place for each and every one of her "9's?"

Yes.  That's right.  Her page was littered with "P's."

Irksome.

So, as I was pointing this mistake out, I noticed she had massive amounts of blue ink all over her hands.

Me:  Did you write on yourself?

DM (short for Daisy Mae . . . keep up, people!):  Yes.

Me:  When did you do this?

DM:  Last night in the car.

Me:  Why?

DM:  Because I was bored.

Me:  You cannot write on yourself life that!

DM:  Why?

Me:  Because . . . because . . . you can't!  You'll get ink poisoning!  Now go change all your "P's" to "9's."

Yes.  I was cranky.  No.  I have no idea if a person would actually get this "ink poisioning" or not.  But the threat sounded like a good idea at the time.

So then she wouldn't stop crying all morning long.

And foolishly, I thought it was because she felt remorseful about WRITING HER "9'S" AS "P'S" EVERY SINGLE DAY OF HER LIFE.

But, no. 

It would seem that six year old girls fixate on certain words their loving, brilliant mothers throw at them.

Words, such as, "POISON."

So, I had to assure her for the P0th (get it?  do you get it?) time that she would not surely die from the ink on her hands.

It was an epic moment in my homeschooling career.

Here is photographic evidence of her ink hand, about 24 hours after she inked herself.

Now, here is another example of irksome things in life:

A)  I took this picture with my handy-dandy camera phone.

B)  I had to email this picture to my email account.

C)  Then I had to download the photo to the hard drive on my computer.

It is at this point in the post that my father is surely befuddled.

D)  Next, I had to upload the photo to my blog.

E)  But first, I had to try to remember where on earth I had saved this photo.

F)  Oddly enough, I had saved it in a file called "Nose."  Are not my organization skills to be envied?

G)  I wait 2.7 years for this photo to upload to my blog.

H)  I am sure you can see how it was worth the wait, seeing as how you can hardly see the ink on her hand.

I)  And you are probably wondering why they are holding a ziplock bag full of fake money with the number "300" on it?

J)  And you are surely curious as to why the photo is sideways.

K)  I tried NUMEROUS times to get it right.  NUMEROUS.

L)  I am irked again and I give up and I don't care.  I have wasted enough of my life on this mediocre photo.

M)  You might also notice that Daisy Mae's face is shiny.  This is because she loves to lather her face in vasoline.  It is part of her beauty regimine.  Feel free to steal it.  She is kind of cute.

N)  My tummy hurts.  And my throat.  And my head.

O)  I put my kids to bed an hour ago and I just saw a flash of what suspiciously resembles Handsome Dude running around the living room.

P)  Irksome.

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Speaking of Handsome Dude . . .

Right after his bath today, he was all giggly and whiny all at the same time.  He looked at me all cross-eyed and said:

"Look!  Two mommies!  I see two mommies!"

Yikes!

So, I patched his eye for an hour and googled what this double vision phenomenon could mean and now I am terrified.

So I ate three chocolate chip cookies and decided he isn't naughty at all.

He is, in fact, precious.

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I wish my husband could bring me home ice cream for my sore throat.  But ice cream cannot survive the trip from the big city to Ruralville.

Such sadness.

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I just thought of another irksome tragedy!

I have to do that bothersome Fat Tuesday tomorrow and I didn't lose any weight.

Again.

Can we skip it?

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Alright.  I am going to log off and go see if I can find some hot cocoa to cheer me up.

Happy Monday Night!