yesterday...
woke up thinking the buglet had the .p.o.x.-- what a crank!! (????)
fed her and to no avail; showed little to no interest in pumpkin carving, even after eating some .g.u.t.s.
i tired quickly of her attitude and sent her to bed. i expected her to reset after a good nap.
no.
so she had an oatmeal bath that was particularly inconvenient for her, and took to throwing a variety of objects before she crescendoed with a nuclear whistle only an infant can muster and fell to the floor.
she went quickly to bed and remained there for several hours... wether she slept or not is unknown.
derrick and i made our dinner, and i made a pumpkin pie that-- (in addition to being VEGAN), I felt-- was scrumptuous, and very TRADITIONAL, but unfortunatley disagreed with the tastebuds of my husband.
it was a somber day. this past year has left me feeling very tired,,, ,,,,and the road is long and steep.
this is the end of something.
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