Dear Diary some more

A federal election has been called; it's the longest campaign in Canadian history, and I'm already tired of it.

My ex-BiL posted an anti-Trudeau meme that was overtly racist.  But I guess that's ok  That's, like, day TWO of the campaign.  75 days to go.

One of my staff is kinda weaselly and passive aggressive.  I'm having a hard time pinning her down to anything, and she's good at dodging.  I will win, eventually.  I WILL WIN.

My kids are super cute, but Peanut #1 is no so much sleeping through the night anymore.  She will if I lie down with her, but then I fall asleep, and she ends up sharing the bed with me.  Good for, lousy for me. I'm worried that it sets a bad precedent, and sets a bad habit.

My cats are dumb.

My yard looks nice when I cut the lawn!  That's Something!