You know what sucks?
My house smells like I have a pot roast in the oven and I can’t figure out why. I didn’t buy a pot roast. But it’s either a pot roast or a hobo. I can’t decide.
When you start fighting before you even make it out of the bed in the morning. You then spend the rest of the day trying to figure out how to solve the problem, hating yourself and wishing you were one of those women who was smarter, didn’t say what she was thinking and could stop hurting the other person.
Waking up at 5:15. For any reason. It’s still dark out. You had the “state of our finances” discussion the night before and you drank a few glasses of wine to help you formulate the numbers. What? It works! Wine makes financial discussions Hell-ari-OUS. Trust me. It also makes sitcoms funny. Heh. Remember those days?
Feeling like you can’t get anything right. Not enough work- Are you just not cut out to being a writer. Really? Your kid is always whining, crying or throwing a tantrum- Will you ever figure this parenting thing out? No? Then can you at least feel like you are doing something right with her? Your chicken cooking skills suck. Too too too done or not done enough. I can’t even make chicken tenders for crying out loud! Your Christmas present should be a chicken cooking class, as well as one on how to chop.
Realizing that book club is finally going to meet and discuss the book you chose and you still haven’t finished reading said book. Did I mention we are meeting tomorrow?
I feel like Eyore lately. And I hate Eyore. He kind of sucks.
I've had some serious crap days this week too. I don't know what is going on, but Aiden is just out of control lately…Savannah isn't napping….I just crawl through the day barely surviving. And? My house smelled Monday too. I never discovered why.
Oh my God. Almost the exact same thing happened here last night – minus the pot roast thing, that's just weird. And it was our anniversary. 🙁 We need to talk this weekend (I'm out of minutes and so can't talk during the week). Double 🙁