"I have a good reason for that...the straw matches my hat"

I am having a myriad of problems today. Ava woke up at around 2:30 probably, but went back to sleep. Then must have been up again at around 4, I came in to see what was wrong and she clung to me like butta on hot toast. I hadn't slept well the night before or this past night because I am all stuffed up and have to breathe through my mouth -I never sleep well when I have to breathe through my nose.

To top it all off I have a headache this morning. I brought Ava into bed with me, where she proceeded to entertain me by ripping a Kleenex into a million pieces, saying all the words she could think of and singing Twinkle Twinkle over and over -or in Ava words "crinkle crinkle lilull staaaaa" And then she insisted I clap after every rendition of crinkle crinkle, even going so far as clapping my hands for me.

Then it was time to get up because she mentioned 'a bubba?' about thirty times in one minute, and Momma needed her version of a bubba aka cappuccino. I turned on The Wonder Pets for her and decided to make some eggs and toast. She saw me come to the table with the food and proceeded to say up up! So I put her in her little chair thinking she wanted to eat with me. Not sure that's what she had in mind, since she screamed bloody murder when I tried to belt her in. she did eat some eggs and managed to spear some herself on her fork. Then she decided she was done by throwing her eggs on the floor which earned her a sharp no.

To sum up she cried I felt bad but stuck to my guns and we ended up making up snuggling on the kitchen floor...which desperately needs to be vacuumed.

Also my jaw hurts, it's been hurting for a while, not sure what the h happened. I can speak just fine, but when I go to open my mouth to eat it hurts like an SOB. I webmd'd my symptoms and apparently I may have too much of a cocaine addiction or rabies...so good times.

On a completely unrelated note, you never fixed my table! What good is having a man around for 10 days when he doesn't even fix your table? I fixed him 90% of his meals! What a rip.