Chris came home puking.
I slept in Mason’s bed so now my ass hurts.
I still feel like I’m fighting something off.
All the kids have fevers.
Planning for the upcoming holidays when your relationship is in crisis is no fun. Not wanting to burden family or friends with your problems.
Waking up 15 minutes before your alarm at 6:45am when it still feels like 4:00am is the worst thing in the goddamn world.
Assorted stuff and junk. Who am I? How the hell should I know?
The lump in my armpit has to be removed. Because of my high risk due to family history and blah blah blah. I am all about being proactive and 99% of me is completely cool with it but that other 1% is freaking the fuck out.
Sitting in the gyno’s office waiting room and they are playing the most depressing music. Just what you want in a room full of hormonally imbalanced women. Also, the chairs here suck.
For the last 36ish hours I have been sick with a stomach bug. My body feels somewhat better but my emotions are all over the place and mentally I am in a downward spiral. I don’t want to be at work. I don’t want to be home. I just want to be alone and give up on everything.
My day started out with birthday breakfast and being serenaded by the local Huddle House waitresses singing along to “You Shook Me All Night Long” and dancing in the booths. And they brought me a princess tiara.
Today>any other day