Matthew woke up at 7 this morning, and I must admit, I could've slept in a little longer. But I tried to wake up with a smile and sing him a song as I went into his room. I discovered that he was taking clothes off of his clothes rack and emptying out his dirty laundry, so obviously he had a bit of time between his waking up and my going in there. I did manage to change him and get him his bottle, and he's playing peacefully now. I, however, am dragging. I don't feel like feeding the dogs, don't feel like getting the animals water, and don't feel like entering in the prescription expenses into the excel spreadsheet before I lose the receipts. What do I feel like doing? Nothing. I've taken my meds, so I'm waiting for them to kick in.
I am so irritated with these dogs since being home from the hospital. I think they're just a huge pain in the butt. They're needy and annoying. All they do is bark and beg for attention. It's annoying. I feel like I could just beat the hell out of them all of the time, especially Dagwood. But I find I'm irritated with a lot of things since being home from the hospital. The dogs just seem to get the brunt of it. And Dagwood has always gotten the brunt of my irritation, even when I was "well."
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