Five Days

I'm in a mood. Wanted a particular thing to eat, had my mouth set for it, and it didn't happen. Worked hard all day after working hard all week, never getting a good night's sleep. Ate chips for dinner. (Which probably didn't help my mood.) Am having a pity party. Might have cake.  Five days to go, and I'm obsessed with a crib for the baby which we can't afford to buy yet. Eventually, yes, but not today. Nesting instinct: thwarted by budget. BAH HUMBUG.

(Also I forgot to get Jarod a Father's Day present, but he forgot to wrap the thing I ordered for myself for Mother's Day, and in fact I believe it's still in a post office package stuffed between his dresser and the wall, so I'm going to call it even.)