Morning from H-E-L-L.
I am generally a positive person, but seriously, what an absolute craptastic start to the day! Let the whining ensue. I hurt my back. I guess I should expect things like that since I am an old lady now. Have no clue what happened, but it’s not like I can just not pick Huck up, so I am just struggling through it with Aleve and Icy Hot (again, old lady). It hurts to work out, so the lack of activity is making me nuts, especially since I ate everything in sight this weekend. Huck would not stop fussing, mostly because I would not let him pull up on the entertainment center and fulfill his daily quest to live dangerously. My Keurig did that thing where it gave me a super short cup for no explicable reason. Juney is on a mission to make school mornings especially unbearable, maybe so in my insanity I will give up and keep her home. We put on at least 5 pairs of shoes this morning before she decided on one to wear. Then, she threw a fit at preschool, so I’m fighting with her to get her jacket off, holding onto Huck while wincing in pain, and all the while, wishing I could just go back to bed and start the day over in hopes that maybe this was all a joke. Is this my life?
But, now I must turn it around. Juney’s at school; Huck is sleeping. Shake it off, shake it off. I can do this. I am capable. I am motivated. Yes, I am in serious pain and the caffeine ain’t working yet, but seriously, how lame can I possibly be? Even I think I am being a whiny baby.
I need some peace.
Thank you, Jerry Garcia. 🙂 While I do not share your affinity for hallucinogenic drugs, you are one of my musical soul mates.
Would really love to hear how you recover from absolutely horrific morning fiascos! In my quest to not be the “mean mommy,” I need all the help I can get.