- The part of my dreams I remember the most from last night was cleaning poop and organizing...popcorn boxes...in a kitchen/office workspace that appeared to be being used by people in my cohort. A few of them were standing around, telling me I was doing a good job - but not helping. Does this reflect reality? Not really. I feel like everybody does a lot. But I did spend some time cleaning poop last night!
- ...which isn't my favorite. But mostly because I get worried about my kid. I don't remember ever being as constipated as she is and she's trying to white-knuckle it and take care of it all herself and - girl. I need to help you. You can be a big girl and need help! And yes - I do see the irony there. And at one point last night she said her tummy hurts at school all the time and she feels like her teacher won't understand if she tells her and she's crying on the inside. And that fucking broke my heart. Baby girl. Ugh. I did expect to be thinking about poop a good amount as a parent, but...I didn't expect all the painful bits? If that makes sense?
- Staying up doing homework = not doing any housework. Ugh. But also - that's the whole POINT OF SCHOOL? So, maybe NOT ugh?
- Speaking of which I spilled bleach on the computer I primarily use to take tests n' that which resulted in a ballet of going to the Mac Store two days in a row and sending it off to probably-Houston because I'll need it back to take a test next week. Why is it a "speaking of"? Because I was cleaning the upstairs bathroom in process. Oh well! At least it's clean. And so is the insidey parts of my computer. Very.
- Okay, today is Not It but I should at least be clean for it. So off to the shower with me.
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