I am listening to the washing machine filling with water.

The dryer is still working on drying the first load and there's a clump of damp clothes 'on deck' waiting for their turn.

I have a faint throbbing in the back of my head, just to the right of center. It matches the ache that is hanging out next to my right eye.

I am alternately typing this and watching the premier of Gideon's Crossing. I can't hear it well because of the rhythm of the washing machine, and I don't want to turn it up as it might disturb the sleeping Ringmaster draped in his favorite chair.

I worked late tonight, taking notes for a meeting. That means Punkin got picked up later from daycare, which means dinner was later than usual. As dinner was cooking, I packed Hubby's lunch for tomorrow, and unpacked the dishwasher. After dinner I loaded the dishwasher, gathered all the garbage in the house, took it to the garage, and started the laundry.

As I was doing the dishes, Punkin was right underfoot. I tried to encourage her to play downstairs with Daddy, or in the living room, but she wasn't interested in that. She bumped her toe and started to cry. This was the third time I had to stop what I was doing, and I, once again, shut the water off, dried my hands and marched over to her. I kissed her boo-boo and in a very small voice, she told me she wanted to stand by me. "Why?!" I asked in a hurried, frazzled Mom voice. "Because you're my Mommy" came the sad little reply.

I sat with the rest of the Circus downstairs for a few minutes watching the last part of some movie about a comet or meteor causing a huge, devastating tidal wave before beginning the "Going To Bed Games" for the evening.

Punkin cooperated right up until she was in her room. That's when she refused to do anything, and there were several rounds of tears as I attempted to reason, bribe and cajole her into her pajamas and into bed. It was a sad night, and I played the role of grumpy Mommy.

I came downstairs to work on some 'adaptations' to my site, and this entry. I also began going through today's mail, which contains a catalog called "Potpourri; Unique Gifts for Special People." It is truly a unique catalog in that is has everything from holiday chair covers to personalized crocks to chocolate body paint. (What forethought--you get two jars!)

I should now begin working on my final exam, go through my mail, balance my checkbooks and pay some bills. I haven't even begun to put together the September/October issue of the Three Ring Circus Gazette, nor have I thought about what to get Dit for her birthday (in two weeks! yipes!) There are also two books I'm in the middle of reading, with yet another book waiting in the wings for me. I don't even want to think about all the work that awaits me on my desk tomorrow morning.

All I really want is someone to fill my bathtub with tons of hot water and warm bubbles, rub my neck and aching back and get me some lotion for my over-dry hands and elbows and legs and feet. Bring me two aspirin and some water, get my nice, comfy jammies and tuck me into bed. Someone to bring the small kitchen TV upstairs so I can watch the rest of Gideon's Crossing, then finish this entry for me, post it, and come to bed with me.

I tend to lose patience with people who don't just ask for what they want, yet I don't realize how often I fall into that category.

So, since it is too late to ask anyone here for what I need, I'll do it myself. I'll finish this entry, post it and head for the shower. I'm afraid that I'll fall asleep in the tub if I try for that bubble bath, and lucky for me, I have two aspirin right here.

Take care, all. Nighty-night.

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