Thursday, February 16, 2012

it's a blob morning.

I really was up and out of bed... for a bit. Then I saw the heaping piles of dirty clothes, like lava surrounding the bed, the evergrowing pile of dishes I alone cannot keep up on [&is my least favorite chore], and the pile of junk on the coffee table that was just clean a day ago.... my pulse was rising, I felt the anger & resentment & tears coming...

Sometimes it's just safer to stay in warm safe beds.

1 comment:

  1. I hope that this morning was better. A morning like this sucks. Tears are good,& blob days are needed to be had, but I hope today you are able to conquer one thing...even if it is as small as putting the tp on the hinge rather than let it sit on the counter...(how many times can boys not just do it themselves??)...
    Savannah sent me a link to this lady's blog:
    she helps me to not feel so bad that there are dishes & that I don't know how to sew.