"Future Center Square Kurt Hummel ..."

I can really only take Glee in small doses, for a lot of reasons. That said, I watched the Madonna episode on Hulu tonight, and it was really cool.

Jane Lynch, no matter what she does, is always freaking awesome. And I love Kurt and Mercedes and felt thrilled that they joined the Cheerios to get some spotlight. More Kurt and Mercedes, less angsty teen romance (and I'm including the teacher in that, thanks).

waste. do not want.

Today was a giant, huge, enormous WASTE of a day.

I went to bed late (my fault) and took Zyrtec for my allergies, which were acting up and my doctor has me trying to stay on top of them so I don't end up with the allergy attack from hell like I had back in February (so, not my fault).

I spent today in a total haze and fog that was not helped by finding my child with button batteries in one hand, just about to start licking the electrical doohickey from his little flashlight. Dear god. And there are supposed to be three batteries, but I could only find two, so there was a frantic call to Scott who assured me that there were only two batteries on the table this morning, no Z. did not eat one ...

And Z's yelling, "I didn't swallow one, Mom! I didn't!"

So the adrenaline rush and subsequent crash were also not helpful.

Luckily my mother took a personal day today and was coming over anyway, so when she and Grandma arrived I got to haze my way around and then crash out with Z. for his nap.

Then it was off to mandatory fun for Scott's work, and a quick trip to Best Buy, where I played with an iPad.

Okay, I have tried to resist. I know I don't need one. But it's official, I have succombed to the siren song, I have drunk the kool-aide, and I want an iPad. Not a first gen, I am not that far gone, but I do want one. On the plus side, I still don't feel I need one, so there's that.

And then we got home, got the boy in bed, and ... I have no brain. I am not anywhere near coherent enough to do work. So I'm not. I'm going to, in fact, end this entry and read my book for twenty minutes and then go to bed.

I hate days like this. I got nothing done. I didn't take a day off and have fun. No, I partly screwed myself and partly got screwed by something I'm supposed to do, and it sucks.

Ugh.

Tomorrow's a play date at trhe beach, though, so that should be nice.