“Solitude is impractical and yet society is fatal.”–Ralph Waldo Emerson The past three weeks? They’ve been some of the most stressful I’ve had in a long, long time. For different reasons, but for the same reasons, too. First, there was drama with the For the Love of Blogging week Katie and I ran….
being an adult sucks sometimes
Where are the words??
I’ve tried time and time again this week to do as Adrienne and Katie have said before. To “see the words just behind my eyes” and write them. I’ve contemplated closing my eyes as I type this post, but I’m afraid that the only result I’d achieve is falling asleep sitting up. Which would only…
Okay, so you’re proud of me, right?
Of course you are. I mean, what’s NOT to be proud of? (I’m proud of me. So LIE, people.) I realized that part of the reason I can’t get anything done in the evening is because, well, I’m tired. And Joshua won’t let me. He wants to sit in my lap and watch Yo Gabba…
I cannot even believe I’m even sort of thinking of posting this
But, in the spirit of sharing, I will. And I am going to sincerely hope my Mama (and my husband) don’t have heart attacks at the end of this post. (However, I AM the beneficiary on both of their life insurance policies so, errmm…I mean…don’t die, you two. Mmkay?) I need to get organized. Like,…
WHAT THE FARK IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?
OMG. I’m having the worst case of NotPMS-PMS-Crankyassitis EVAR tonight. It’s awful. The good news? I realize this. The bad news? Dan realizes this, too, and has unfortunately born the brunt of my frustrations this evening. I do not know what is up with me. I know I was out of my prescription for Sunday…