My mood today has been nothing less than foul. I talked E into grocery shopping so I could unload on him.
Oh it’s nothing he’s done … or not done. I’m just frustrated.
Frustrated with the weekend project I had to take home from work, that I don’t feel like I really know what I’m doing or should be doing.
Frustrated that our house is a perpetual mess and and it’s overwhelming and I’m too lazy to keep it picked up.
Frustrated that I’m overweight and I’m too lazy to exercise more and eat less.
Frustrated that no matter what I do, there’s always something else more that needs doing and if I’m doing one thing it means I’m not doing something else.
It’s just one of those days.