Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Dusty Words

 I popped into my blog & noticed this half composed whine session.   Reads like it was a bad day.

Brain Dump

I wanted to sleep in, but apparently I was snoring & the husband kept kicking me in the shin to be sure I knew.  Thanks buddy.

I came home from work last night to two sinks full of dishes, glad the kid and dad had a fun food filled night & left the mess for me.

Lyla had fallen back to tear filled mornings at school drop off.  I'm so fucking sick of school & the drama it brings to my Every weekday morning!  I smile it through it, but it's bringing me fucking down.

I've been thinking a lot lately about going back to work full-time, but so much of me still believes I should wait until Lyla is older.  It's probably just the depression of winter poking the emotions that lay still in a mom who is home all day doing mom and wife things that seem to go unnoticed. The unpaid gofer. 

I'm exhausted.

I'm tired of cleaning.  Washing this, tidying up that...why am I the only one who knows how to hang something up or put things back where they belong?!