Man. Saying It Simply is in power mode.
Kourtney and I pulled an all nighter yesterday.
At 3am I came home.
Got the boys off to school with promises of an all afternoon Wii-fest, IF they would walk to school. (I SOOOOOOOO needed Katey to keep snoozing so I could sleep, sleep, sleep.)
Kate woke on her own 6 minutes later.
No Sleep. Yet here I blog.
No worries, Kookie,(that's what my kiddo's call Kourtney)
I have finished ALL of the candies for the show and my orders are ALMOST all done. :)
Today 10 am:
A tooth I knew needed some TLC, but didn't know the extent of attention it demanded,
began POPPING with agonizing pain.
After a pleasant prescription & an appointment I am literally dreading,
I am in a real flitty fog. which makes the following statement seem simple to say:
I KNOW it's a root canal.
I hate the dentist.
I love the laughing gas.
If I survive, I'm going to do a GiVeaWaY of my chocolate stash.
I already hate 11 am tomorrow.