- Middle. of. the. night. child. AGAIN.
- Child wakes up for the day, Master gets up
- Eventually get woken up
- Make a resentful attempt to meal plan and create the grocery list, find I cannot concentrate
- Sort kids #2 and #3 out and get them out the door to visit some festival with one of their friends
- Snap at Master during what ought to have been a perfectly reasonable conversation
- Go upstairs to get dressed
- Accuse Master of snapping at me first
- Discover my period has started
- Apologize to Master for being a rancid, hormonal thundercunt
- Go grocery shopping with #4 kid and Master
- Ragequit the shoe department in Target when nothing fits properly
- Quad Americano makes life slightly more tolerable
- Buy all the meats! All the foods! Hormones react favourably to squeeze bottles of spicy mint chutney!
- Come home, decide making dinner is bullshit since everyone's been snacking all day
- Put groceries away, mentally plan out dinner for the next few days
- Welcome children home
- Find myself on the receiving end of some intense batshittery from other volunteers at the school (thanks, Facebook!)
- Kinda help put kids to bed, but not really
- Make myself a depressingly weak gin and tonic, because I'm almost out of gin
- Grab a bag of potato chips
- Internet
- Try to watch Breaking Bad, find I'm having trouble concentrating
- Eventually go to bed, either to be used or to perform what Master predicts will be a "sulky handjob"
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