Frustration

The husband says none of the coats will fit in his locker and to take them all back.

*sigh*

Some days I could spit. He never explained how small his locker was until after the sale was over, of course. Rawr. This all happened after a rough bipolar day. So glad he sees his doc again on Friday.

On a better note, Kiddo made dinner tonight (not that the small one would let me eat it -- it sounded good until it was done, looked good, smelled good, did not settle well). Baked BBQ chicken, baked sweet potatoes, and green beans. Good girl.

Little Mister let me actually change a dirty diaper tonight without trying to inspect himself. Woooo. Hope he continues.

Next Wednesday is the party for my high school choir. Looking forward to it, though I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to make the homemade chicken noodle soup I promised. Maybe I'll opt out. Yay for surprise pregnancies! heh.