I was hoping to see the movie "Avatar" today but unfortunately it isn't in theatres until tomorrow. I don't know if I can wait until Ross's next days off to see it. I'm dying to see it now. So instead, we went to see the movie "2012". I saw this movie over a week and a half ago with my husband but I spent the entire movie trying to keep him awake......it was such a waste of my time and his money!! So today, I got to enjoy the movie, except for a brief period when my Ross got carried away with chatting. I'll forgive him! Just this once! This movie definitely gave me some food for thought. I guess I'm relieved that I have my faith to carry me thru. Not that my faith is the best of faiths, but from what I understand......just acknowledging that I believe has some weight (hopefully it's enough to get me into heaven).

From the movies, we headed to have lunch at Ross's favourite place. I chose a BLT because it was the lightest meal on the menu. Then we parted. Ross headed to pick up his Grandmothers Christmas present and I head home for a "Nana nap". The nana nap didn't happen, as I suspected it wouldn't, because the whole family was home, awake, and running amuck. 

Then the fireworks began. I was tired.....its was hot......the husband was hungry.......the kids were being noisy as hell on the first day of school holidays......this mixture made for an explosive time at home. So I quickly moved into defuse mode. I turned on the air conditioner to cool the joint off. I threatened the kids life to "Shut the hell up or I was going to choke em". I quickly headed to Hungry Jacks for some fast food.......and now, here I am, totally fatigued. Who the hell gives a fuck that I'm tired? NO ONE in this house! Well, I don't call that mothering, I call it suffering. I've got to believe that there must be a special place in heaven for mothers where they are treated like a queen and they don't need to worry about their families any more.
 'This I pray'