Hate is such a strong word, isn’t it?  Still, in certain situations, little else seems to fit the bill.  Or, say, if one has had a rough night, then the word “hate” is rather appropriate.  So here is what I find myself hating at this particular moment in time:

• that if we don’t close the bathroom door when we leave the dogs (Beetoe in particular) unsupervised, then they’ll get into the diaper trash (Liam still wears disposables at least half the time) and make a huge, disgusting mess.
• that the diaper covers I bought online for Evie that say they’re mediums and good to six months just came yesterday and they barely fit her.  Now i need to sell them and look for other, bigger diaper covers.
• that Evie is having such a hard time sleeping with us right now.  With me, in particular.  The same thing happened with Harry so I wonder if it’s related to nursing.  She has a hard time settling down in the night and will squirm and kick and thrash unless she has a boob in her mouth at all times.  It translates to crappy sleep for her (right now she’s passed out in her bouncy seat, poor thing) and crappy sleep for me (nursing a headache and a huge cup of coffee).
• that this means it might be time to try moving her into her own room.
• that we don’t have a dual room baby monitor and I need to have something like that in place to even consider moving her into her room.
• that if she does move into her room, I’d be signing up for trudging into her room at least once a night for the next year or so.
• getting up in the middle of the night. ‘Nuff said.
• the pain I’m feeling across my shoulders that is increasing every day.  I swear, last night, I couldn’t even swivel at my torso without wincing in pain.  I suspect this has to do with the heavy lifting I’ve been doing around here.
• that I’m still having to do all the lifting around here.  It really sorta sucks.
• that I feel so resentful of all the lifting and stuff I have to do around here.
• that it’s Sunday and that means the weekend is almost over.
• that Harry starts the third grade tomorrow.  Even though I’m excited for him, I’ll actually sorta miss having him around during the day.  Plus, you know, he’s growing up TOO DAMN FAST.

Bleh.  I need another cup of coffee.