picture me pouting and scowling and harumphing and kicking things like a spoiled child (or much like henry viii). i am bleary eyed from staying up reading the other boleyn girl until 3:30 am. yes, you read that right. i have not finished the book but simply did not want to put it down.
i am down trodden because the mother of the boy's best friend called last night to see if the boy could spend the day with him. she's a nurse and works on weekends, but she's off, all week, with her three kids. it is becoming increasingly more difficult for me to feel good about working and coming in here day after day when i know my kids would rather be doing something else than spending the summer at daycare.
naturally the girl is totally pissed that the boy doesn't have to go to daycare today, despite the fact that she's been on at least 2-3 sleepovers or parties since the end of school. she thought i should let her stay home alone today. uh, fuck no.