i did manage to get a few things done through my blahish haze. i made some magnets for theshop, helped thehobbit build a catapult, & tended the farm. sadly, that was pretty much it.
the hardest part of the day for me was not ripping a hobbity head off. he did nothing wrong; he was sweet as can be; it's just that the blahs are usually accompanied by the inability to tolerate the good mood of others.
right now he & his daddy-o are in the kitchen making pizzas. they are also being extremely silly, & laughing quite a bit. sadly i'm unable to enjoy listening, because i'm using all my concentration to keep from running in there, & shrieking at them to stop!! having!! fun!! & maybe smacking them about the head & shoulders with whatever is close at hand.
the blahs are nasty, & so am i.
ugh. if you weren't already thinking dreadful things about me, you surely will now. thehobbit just brought me the pizza he made for me -- it's heart-shaped: just for you mama, because i love you.
ok i'm off to eat my love-pizza, made with love by my most beloved boy. i hope i don't burst into flames.
** blogger is removing spaces between paragraphs again. sorry for the scrunched-togetherness.**