Well, shit.

I'm going to have to find new batteries for the camera before I take pictures of my pens.  I started to take photos so that I could post the pens last night, but...yeah.  As soon as I got the Parker Thrift Time done, the camera turned itself off.

I woke up with a sound-sensitive headache.  Unfortunately, the kids' voices are on a frequency that shoots pain through my head.  Coca-Cola helps, but Coke makes me gag (unless there are other flavors added, like cherry).

This week, I'm going to work on cleaning up and decluttering the pantry/utility room.  We desperately need to do a yard sale to clear unneeded clutter out of our storage building, and it's nigh-impossible to figure out what needs to go when there's no place to go through and store yard sale items except for said storage building.  It's going to be kind of a big job, and I'm absolutely dreading it. 

We've contacted two different exterminators, and we're 0 for 2 in responses from said exterminators.  I'll be trying a third one this week, and I'm going to go for a fucking national chain instead of one of the local guys--they're the ones that have blown us off. 

The cats seem to absolutely love our new table.  Every time I turn around, one or both of them happen to be sleeping on top of it.  They never did that with the old table.   At least the kids are happy to go move the cats off of the table for me. 

Laundry.  Fucking laundry.  I don't mind washing it, but I hate, hate, hate putting it away.  And I have several baskets-full to sort and put away.  I will be damned if I put the kids' laundry away, though--they're old enough to do it themselves, and they need to learn to. 

There's nothing really big on the frustration meter, here, but the little things add up to simply wanting to go bury my head in my pillows and sleep until it all goes away. 

Even though I know that doesn't work for anything except perhaps the headache.