I get irritated, sometimes, when mundane things happen.
Which is kind of funny, if you think about it, because I spend most of my time griping that I wish we could have "normal" problems.
Kevin backed into a parked semi trailer while plowing the other morning, which just fueled the fire toward my hatred of the job anyway. Of course, he doesn't see it my way- that every year plowing is costing us more money than he brings in. And I sort of get panicky when I think about what we are going to do if he ever REALLY wrecks his truck. I mean, yes, he has insurance, but if he ever has to file a claim big enough to buy him a NEW truck, we won't be able to afford the insurance anymore!
Charlotte is getting spunky- I'm not sure if she thinks having cancer entitles her to be a brat, but she really can lay on the sass sometimes! Now, if you tell her no, or stop her from doing something, she hits! Maybe Rebekah used to do that too, but I can't remember her doing it at one year old.
I put her down when she gets hitty, which of course only enfuriates her.
She also is a music lover, though, and dances when you hum the simplest tune. She laughs all the time (well, okay, whenever she ISN'T throwing a baby tantrum) and especially so when Bekah is involved. Last night, Bekah made her laugh so hard she fell over- what was she doing that was so funny? Pretending to sneeze.
Yeah, I don't get it either.
Kristi M. Rufener