And it just won't seem to end.
I can't even sleep 'cause every time I try, I just lay there thinking about my day and getting angry. And thinking about my stupid restless leg syndrome which, while not bothering me right now, is likely start at any second.
Mostly it was just a bunch of little things with one main thing thrown in just to make it that much worse. But I can't tell you what that big thing is because of the you-never-know-who's-actually-reading-your-blog thing.
So basically, I've spent the past eight hours varying between moping and crying. I even cried in front of my kids which I try very hard not to do.
I did, however, completely rearrange and organize my pantry. I took photos to post and since I don't feel like going downstairs to get the camera to upload them, you'll just have to wait till tmro. The pantry looks pretty awesome, if I do say so.
It's just been a tough week over all. I'd like to believe the weekend will bring relief from the stress, but I really don't think it will.
Between this post and my earlier one, I am very definitely flunking Optimism 101 today. Sorry about that. I'd like my blog to always be cheerful and bouncy and witty, but... well... you know... I gotta keep it real.