That I hate Thursdays? I don't know why. Well I do kind of know why, but really, it's quite ridiculous for me to hate a day. I mean, what has Thursday ever done to me?
I suppose it's never done anything TO me but it sure doesn't do anything FOR me either.
Take today for example. I woke up to a little girl telling me she had peed in her bed.
I walked into the bathroom...clothes on the floor. I walked into the kitchen...dishes everywere.
I walked back to my room....laundry piled up again. I walked down here to the office...grocery list staring me in the face next to the school work. Next to that is my typing work that I have to do on Thursdays too.
Todays Thursday will be raining. So I have to change up Thursday. Grocery shopping this morning, school in the afternoon, typing tonight. But what about the peed in bed, the clothes piled up and the fact that we don't have a clean spoon?
AGHHHH...is it Thursday's that I hate or the fact that I just really can't get my act together?