one of my least favorite days in all of June.
I’m tired, grouchy, mean (really mean), and I don’t even feel sorry. What I do feel sorry for is myself. Woe is me who has had to endure so many trials today. Woe is me whose children are getting under my skin, on my last nerve and driving me over the edge.
I’m feeling an uncommonly strong urge to run away.
Satan attacks, and I should be fighting back. I just want to yell at people and then crawl in a hole.
Hope you’re having a happy night! (although, chances are if you’re reading this on a Friday night, you might be feeling as pathetic as me. i’m sorry!)