man, as I get older the more one tiny thing can totally derail me for like a month or two months or, seemingly, forever. For instance, earlier this month i was bloated and PMS-y for a week. Then, I was cranky, cramping and a fucking crime scene for another week. Then I got a cold and, refusing to let something like a stupid cold ruin my 3 day weekend camping trip, I went camping and spent 2 nights sleeping in a 40 degree tent and got home still sick. I ALMOST got better, I swear I thought i was on the mend but now two weeks later I am relapsing or something and i feel like shit. I am coughing, sneezing, achey and have copious snot. So, that’s a month right there of no exercise, swilling nutritionally deficient juice, eating candy bars out of sheer depression, boredom and bitterness at being so sick. And my face just horribly broke out. So please, rejoice that you are not me.
It’s raining today and that means I left the outdoor table uncovered last night and left my book, gardening gloves, tools and scarves all outside to get wet. Who the fuck knew it would rain? Jack is in school today and I think I might spend the day in bed. I probably should power through and clean and do… something… something productive to further my life goals or improve the happiness of my family. But. fuck that noise. I gonna get with Netflix today.
In other news Jack lost his second tooth. The tooth fairy and the great pack rat left him an ironman pez dispenser and a gold coin.
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