Dear Boy,

Today has been frustrating.  The boys watched youtube.  I finished John Adams.  None of us got dressed until 11:30.  I've been doing laundry.  The boys are not taking a nap.  My right eye is killing me again.  I'm going to be out of contacts before December at this rate.  I had hoped to exercise and take a shower, but neither are looking plausible.  So I feel grubby dirty, I can't stop rubbing my eye, I've yelled when I should have been patient, my attempt to feast on the word of God was fruitless, the kitchen is a mess, I can't stand the way these pants fit, and I have a mountain of clean clothes behind me.  I guess none of that is a big enough deal for me to be feeling the way I do, but I want the day and the week to be over.  Maybe it's really just my eye.