The whole family - after having the Doomful Colds of Woe all winter, during all of which I couldn't breathe and therefore couldn't exercise- came down with pinkeye last month - one at a time, for a total of a month. Yes, most pinkeye is viral; ours was bacterial. Apparently we are an ideal culture medium. For a March special, we've all gotten strep throat.
Bug was screaming and hitting and kicking the car today (he does this almost every day and I am exceedingly tired of it and yes, I have tried changing everything about this situation that can be changed, but he and Tatoe must be in the car, and we must drive home, and it will take at least five minutes, which is apparently four minutes too long) and I whacked him on the leg and now I feel terrible. Also I kind of want to never pick him up from school again. It's getting better, but WINTER.
I need to go exercise. I feel terrible. I need a house. There are no suitable houses for sale at present. I probably need to eat lunch. I'm not hungry.
Winter, you win. I throw in the towel. Wake me when it's over.