Okay.
I.am.totally.sleep.deprived.
I just threw the phone across the room. (With Asia on the other end.)
I want to cry and I can't even blame it on post-partum depression.
We're having company for dinner and I can't bear the thought of cooking.
I'm extremely tired of puppy poop. (She always goes outside, so it's not that she's having accidents - it's more that I have to keep track of it... I personally don't want to be responsible for tallying anyone's B.M.s but my own... and no, I don't keep a tally of my own.)
I've totally lost my creative mojo - haven't spent any time in my studio for about two weeks.
My hair is ridiculous, with roots showing and grey hairs sticking straight up and no style to speak of. What is it with grey hairs anyway? They are so pickin' coarse and wiry - when my whole head turns grey it's not going to be pretty - I'm going to have this frightful wiry afro...
Did I mention that I feel like crying?
Spent a long time last night thinking about my grandparents (at 3:00 am). Thinking about their voices and their laughter and their mannerisms. Made me really miss them all. I really wish today that I had a video of them - I would just sit on the couch and watch it all day long and say ta heck with the housework. Then I could have my cry.
My car didn't get fixed yesterday. Of course, the warranty doesn't cover "window regulators" and of course they don't have one in stock, and of course, it costs almost $300. I'm afraid I laid into the service guy pretty heavily when he told me I'd have to bring the car back next week. I insisted that he waive the diagnostic fee for the window and made enough of a stink that they delivered my car back to me last night... nice! Stupid electric windows anyway.
Well, that's enough of my mood for now - I don't want to scare you all away.
Sorry I'm such a poo.
I.am.totally.sleep.deprived.
I just threw the phone across the room. (With Asia on the other end.)
I want to cry and I can't even blame it on post-partum depression.
We're having company for dinner and I can't bear the thought of cooking.
I'm extremely tired of puppy poop. (She always goes outside, so it's not that she's having accidents - it's more that I have to keep track of it... I personally don't want to be responsible for tallying anyone's B.M.s but my own... and no, I don't keep a tally of my own.)
I've totally lost my creative mojo - haven't spent any time in my studio for about two weeks.
My hair is ridiculous, with roots showing and grey hairs sticking straight up and no style to speak of. What is it with grey hairs anyway? They are so pickin' coarse and wiry - when my whole head turns grey it's not going to be pretty - I'm going to have this frightful wiry afro...
Did I mention that I feel like crying?
Spent a long time last night thinking about my grandparents (at 3:00 am). Thinking about their voices and their laughter and their mannerisms. Made me really miss them all. I really wish today that I had a video of them - I would just sit on the couch and watch it all day long and say ta heck with the housework. Then I could have my cry.
My car didn't get fixed yesterday. Of course, the warranty doesn't cover "window regulators" and of course they don't have one in stock, and of course, it costs almost $300. I'm afraid I laid into the service guy pretty heavily when he told me I'd have to bring the car back next week. I insisted that he waive the diagnostic fee for the window and made enough of a stink that they delivered my car back to me last night... nice! Stupid electric windows anyway.
Well, that's enough of my mood for now - I don't want to scare you all away.
Sorry I'm such a poo.
I will join you today in crabbydom. My yard is full of dog poop with the leaves falling all over them, so the whole yard is a mine field - no one is going to do it but me. It snowed yesterday and fall is almost over here.
ReplyDeleteI lose my mind about grey hairs...and nose hair and bushy eyebrows. I tell people I am not high maintenance, but boy do I whine when I feel old and dull.
I ate a large piece of chocolate/pecan mousse dessert with a coffee for lunch, while a saint-like franciscan monk friend told me she had been fasting for 22 days waiting for breakthrough in the spiritual realm - my thoughts were not godly at all. I want to be a better person, really I do......
Corey - you forgot to mention chin hair - where the freak did those whiskers come from???
ReplyDeleteIt actually helps to know I'm not the only frump-grump on the planet today.
I think I prefered frippery. :-) It can only get better.
ReplyDelete{{{HUGS}}} You and me - we are NOT having a good week. Thankfully, as I write this, we have survived up to Thursday. The end is in sight. Here's hoping things start looking up!
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