I'm tired. Tired tired tired. I can never sleep properly when Sam's on shift. Every bloody third week. I stay up too late, trying to stay awake for when he arrives home but when that can be any time between 11 and 4am it's a bit difficult.
Now Sam tells me he can't make the school concert on Friday because he has to work, and he's the "only one" who can make it. Out of what, 10 people? Like one of them can't cancel THEIR plans for a change? He's going to miss our new Indian dance, and I'm conducting the choir too. Poos.
I got asked to have my head shaved for Daffodil Day again. Last year I made $550 for the cause. I told them I won't get it done this time for less than $1000. Anyone wanna sponsor me? Free picture emailed to you after the event... anyone?
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Poor bubby! You don't know what tired is until you have a baby - am I right other mothers? Take some iron tablets and go to bed earlier you silly woman.
I'd come and watch you if I didn't have to come from "overseas"!
Don't shave your head!!!!!!!!!!!
Sam managed to sneak out for half an hour or so, and so he DID see me :) Yay!
Oh, and I conducted the choir, and it was cool! At rehearsal, they were kinda crap, but it all came together - they watched perfectly, came in at the right time, and were awesome!!
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