Not really. Today has kind of sucked.

I got a stain on my new maternity shirt. On the chest, dead center. I don’t know exactly when I got it. Sometime between putting it on and now. It appears to be some kind of food item. It is possible that I went through my entire day wearing it. It’s no wonder people don’t take me seriously.

I tried to take a photo of Julia in her Christmas dress for our holiday greeting cards. It did not go well. That’s all I’m going to say about it.

I have three large zits on my nose.

I am enormously pregnant. I’m only halfway to the goal and I’m beginning to feel afraid about how big I’m going to get.

After dinner, Julia informed me that she was going to make a party for her grandpa. A short time later, I learned that meant wrapping the dining room in toilet paper.

At one point today, she filled up eight glasses with water and lined them up on the floor of the kitchen. I found them with my feet. I’m not sure what she was doing, but I didn’t like it.

I haven’t been able to get her to wear pants since we returned home from ballet class.

Something, somewhere in our basement leaked. I am angry about it. I kicked some boxes around and said the f-word a few times. It didn’t fix the leak, but it made me feel a little better.

My house is wrecked. It looks like a bomb went off in here. There is debris everywhere and I am just too tired to pick it up.

As I was putting Julia to bed, she informed me that she likes grandma more than me.

Yeah, today bites.

*Lyric from Today by Smashing Pumpkins