at this rate, one shoulder to cry on isn't going to be enough!

seriously, if the next 3 weeks are going to be like this, just kill me now.

last night i managed to get some cleaning done, especially after i spoke to ian and he basically told me that anything i wanted done i would have to do myself and then hung up on me. i cried for another hour (this is getting to be a new record), and then got angry and started cleaning. he called back to apologize later... which i appreciate but it seems to me that apologies always seem to come when the damage is already done - he's on nights, the party is sunday, so apology or not, i'm the one stuck getting everything ready again. grrr. MEN!

bathed the kids, got them to bed. got enough stuff done that i could justify going to bed... but didn't fall asleep until 1:30am or so. woke up at 7, got lili ready for ballet class. ian came home and did the dishes for me (smart boy) before heading to bed. after ballet, i picked up julia and took the girls for a haircut/style. what a freaking disaster. it was SO busy in there, that they even said in front of me "well, their appointment is supposed to be for 1/2 hour, but lets see if we can't get them done in 15". uhhh... hullo, standing right here, and paying for 1/2 hour! as it turned out, julia's hair looks fantastic, (although the stylist gave me some lip), lili's looks terrible. the so-called "stylist" french braided it... i could have done a better job myself! so when we got home, i took the braids out... and wow, the cut is terrible! she missed huge chunks, and the bangs are uneven... grrr!

anyways, swung by mcdonalds on the way home, and surprise! they messed up the order... big time! since when does a big mac have 6 patties (i kid you not) and bacon? and apparently no pickles/onions means double up. medium fry must be code for large fry.

finish up lunch, go to the washroom and notice that there is a pair of scissors on the sink, and some hair. yeah. cohen decided that he would cut his own hair. close inspection reveals several bald spots. i'm trying to figure out just how angry i should be, as surely the RAGE i'm feeling has more to do with hormones and the general stress of this weekend. i talk to him calmly (i think), but can't help it - i start to cry. he gets hysterical, and i feel like evil mom of the year.

i look like shit (holy retaining water, batman), i feel like shit, and all i want to do is go to bed and cry.

please god, get me through this weekend!

ok - side note - jonathon and arwen just showed up for the party... a day early. HEIDI! too funny. a little humour that i desperately needed!