It can't all be good, right?

As I'm sitting here at the computer looking at friends' blogs and reading about how wonderful life is and funny kids are and all that kind of bloggy stuff, I started to think, hey, why doesn't anyone ever write about how crappy their day is going? Well, folks, you've come to the right place. Let me just give you a time-line with a brief synopsis of each time I post.

1:25 am-Got up to pee

2:30 am-Got up to pee

3:30 am-Got up to pee

4:30 am-Got up to pee

5:30 am-Got up to pee, Hubert woke up to get ready for work

6:30 am-Ellie woke and and decided she needed a "warm babba" and Hubert was wonderful enough to take care of that for me and put her back in bed. Oh, and I got up to pee.

7:30 am-Ellie and I are both up and eating breakfast, hers consisting of yogurt, mine a tall glass of ice water because I feel like there isn't enough water in the ocean for me to drink.

7:35 am-Ellie decides that she "don't want it" and "it" being her yogurt anymore, therefore throwing her bowl onto my carpeted ground. I'm sure I looked awesome cleaning that up with my gigantic belly and nothing feels better than kneeling on the ground for 15 minutes and then trying to stand up with knees that you are sure are breaking.

9:30 am-Ellie watched her new favorite cartoon, "Dinosaur Train," but screamed when it was over and could not understand that it was PBS that controlled the programming and not, in fact, her mother.

11:30 am-We drive to Toys'r'us to get Ellie some play food for her kitchen when we got stuck in traffic. Again, she screamed at me and could not understand that it wasn't me controlling the cars, it's the construction.

12:00 pm-Arrive at toy store, pick out toy, she demands I open it right away. I try to explain that I can't and we have to pay. She then throws herself on the ground and screams at the top of her lungs, "NO NO NO NO" while others stared at me.

12:30 pm-I guess the screaming for 30 minutes wore her out because she fell asleep in the car. It was wonderful.

1:00 pm-Ellie is napping and I am eating lunch when Hubert e-mails me and lets me know how much grad school is going to cost. I throw-up in my mouth a little and have no idea how we are going to pay for it. Why, oh why, is school so expensive?

1:30 pm-Shooting pain in my left hand. Awesome.

2:00 pm-Hubert comes home from work early, which I love, but has since passed out on the bed because he is so tired.

3:30 pm-Ellie is finally waking up. Oh, but the day is still young. Who knows what the rest of it holds?!