I feel sucky and gross today. I'm so not in the mood for toddler voices asking me questions like "What are you doing?" when I'm clearly making a peanut butter sandwhich. I find myself playing the "if only" game: If only I had a vehicle, I could load the kids up and go for a field trip. We could go to Petland and look at all the animals. We could go to McDonalds and have then race around in plastic wonderland for a few hours. Or, if we're fantacizing anyway, how about I go to the city all my big self (a phrase borrowed from one of the toddlers), go to Wal-mart all my big self, and buy myself a NEW BRA!!!! Nothing could be more exciting right now. Except possibly going through the wal-mart lingerie all by myself, with a Tim Hortons coffee in hand.
But I've got to run. There are a whole bunch of intelligent toddler questions that I have to go and answer now.