Most people hate Mondays, I hate Sundays. I usually sleep in on Sundays and when I get up I end up freaking out and flipping out because it is always the same thing.
The kitchen is totally trashed and the house is kattywampous. Today was no exception except for the fact that a few of the other human inhabitants in this house actually pitched in and helped pick up the mess. I was doing the "am I the only one who can" speech and they actually listened to me. Most mornings are a fight these days to get up and get moving as it is but when I know whats waiting for me and the fact I have a minuscule amount of energy these days why bother. I have entered a hard downward spiral and I am afraid I don't have the strength to pull my nose up. I need a little of that Cinderella positive thinking and happy ending crap.
I decided not to inflict myself on my in laws tomorrow without my husband. I am not in the mood to be sociable in the slightest. Especially when I never know when a crying jag or ranting fit will hit these days. The kids have the parade tomorrow morning and then I am digging in for the day and not going anywhere. I think it will be in every ones best interest and safer too.
Well I have two silly, giggling 11 yr olds in the other room watching The Muppet Wizard of OZ and they want Megan's birthday cheese cake now so I am off to feed my face.
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