You know the song, "mama said they'll be days like this" well boy was she right, the kind of day that starts of perfect and BAM, someone/something comes along and its changed in an instant. Well that's exactly how my day has gone.
So i sit here, alone, in the dark, with a computer and a really really old episode of a Garth Brooks concert on GAC. Bored out of my ever loving mind, but yet have not an ounce of motivation to carry me though. The bed looks mighty nice, but I have kids, and its the weekend, so that is so far from an option. So I choose to come here and vent my frustrations to you guys. So grab a snack and get comfy, today is going to be one bitchy ride.
So its Saturday, one more day left in the kiddo's spring break, one more day of sleeping in, one more day of late nights, one last time to spend with my kids before they have to get back on the daily grind. What does my husband decide to do? Thats right, invite the dreaded BIL(Ill fill ya in on that another day) over and they spend every last moment playing video games acting like they are 10 years old not a care in the world, no honey the dishes do not need to be done, laundry-screw it, oh your crap in the floor, ya its fine too...(A husbands mentality), the breaking point is coming, or is it? Maybe i get torn up over the stupid things, maybe I over react, but hey that's how " life of the anxious girl" is.
So i sit here, alone, in the dark, with a computer and a really really old episode of a Garth Brooks concert on GAC. Bored out of my ever loving mind, but yet have not an ounce of motivation to carry me though. The bed looks mighty nice, but I have kids, and its the weekend, so that is so far from an option. So I choose to come here and vent my frustrations to you guys. So grab a snack and get comfy, today is going to be one bitchy ride.
So its Saturday, one more day left in the kiddo's spring break, one more day of sleeping in, one more day of late nights, one last time to spend with my kids before they have to get back on the daily grind. What does my husband decide to do? Thats right, invite the dreaded BIL(Ill fill ya in on that another day) over and they spend every last moment playing video games acting like they are 10 years old not a care in the world, no honey the dishes do not need to be done, laundry-screw it, oh your crap in the floor, ya its fine too...(A husbands mentality), the breaking point is coming, or is it? Maybe i get torn up over the stupid things, maybe I over react, but hey that's how " life of the anxious girl" is.
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