i feel like imposing. crazy job and crazy kids
9a.m. while working on construction documents that should have been done a long time ago, my boss tells me to redesign the 10 unit apartment building for the 11 a.m. meeting.
I come home and opposaurus child #1 wont eat dinner.
Opposaurus child #2 was pretty good
Opposaurus child #3 wants to be held and will whine/cry if not. if you pick him up he whines/crys to go down. He eats EVERY FUCKING THING off the floor. everything. and he doesn;t stop. that rock that doesn’t even fit in my mouth? yea i’m gunna jam that shit right in.
I need a beer.
Time for the sidework.