No more school

Oh it's awful to have this child home all the time! I'm sure it will get better once her sisters are home but man.  MAN.  Today we went to the bank, the post office, and the store and it was horrible.  The bank was okay but then there was one million people there - holy moly, I couldn't believe it! There were like eight people getting passports, even.  I mean - here I am in my stupid yoga pants, and life just marches on for everyone else, traveling, living their lives, getting passports, mailing stuff.  Anyway, it took forever because I had to mail something to Canada so I had to get a customs form, etc.  So we did that and then we went to the grocery store and then I had to fly home and stow the groceries before going to my friend Marta's house, as she was watching Felicity while I went to stupid physical therapy for my stupid wrist (which is actually doing well).

Then I went to physical therapy and then I went back to Marta's to get Felicity.  I was just going to stay there until Maria and Veronica were done with school, as Marta lives right near there but Felicity was freaking out because Marta's son wouldn't share a ball with her.  I am OUT OF PATIENCE for dealing with such nonsense, so I chose to drive across town back to our house and then 15 minutes later go back to get the girls.  Also I was hungry.

The problem started on the drive home.  Felicity, as is her ANNOYING WONT, got out of her seat and I said FELICITY.  GET BACK IN YOUR SEAT.  IF I GET HIT YOU WILL FLY THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD AND POSSIBLY DIE!  GET IN YOUR SEAT!  So she did, but she screamed and screamed and screamed AND SCREAMED for the whole ride home.  She was sitting right behind me and she HOWLED through the head rest and LORD LORD it was awful.  I am saying my one year long novena so I SHOUTED the prayers, which are mostly about the Passion of our Lord, which was GOOD because it made me sort of keep my eyes on the prize.  We came in the house and she said WATAH BOTTAHL! and I gave her her stupid water bottle and then she screamed BLANKET! and I threw a blanket on her and then she passed out.

I mean really.  REALLY.  She was up at 4:00 this morning, she is all messed up.  She's taking antibiotics and feeling so much better, which is good.  But it's so, so hard for it to be just me and her.  I feel like I have so much to do and she SEEMS willing to do stuff but she's not, really.  I told her tonight, after next week the girls will be home too and things will be better.  I said now close your eyes and say a little prayer that you can sleep all night and she said, really loudly, I HOPE I CAN SLEEP TONIGHT!  Ha!  She also says DUCK! at the end of every song she sings.  I don't know where she got it, but like where some songstresses might say "ohhh yeah!", she shouts DUCK!  Whackjob.