today

my mind's all foggy and tired and sad and gray. and a sharp pain near my left temple throbbing with each small movement. and i have to go deal with a four year old in 6 minutes...and should i have rubber stamps made for the chapbooks? and how can we make paper boats? and really fancy paper planes? and must make may baskets. and i can only take just so much with the legos. and like a child i get mad when he knocks down the things i build just cause he knows it's not nice. and why does he want to get under my skin? and why do i care? and where is my patience and bodhicitta these days? and my pants are still too tight.