The world woke up without me again today. The sun decided to grace us with it's presence and sometime around 4am the frogs decided to finally sleep but I didn't. My dreams kept me from getting restful sleep. I was asleep, yes, but not to the point that I feel as though I reset. Maybe meditation tonight. I don't know.
I'm grumpy today, I don't know why, lack of rest probably. I started my day by yelling at my kids, I need to learn the concept of patience. Oddly enough I have given birth to two children who seem to thrive in the morning hours.. I do not. Mornings are my nemesis.
I'll spend the morning cleaning the hobbit hole again and attempting to make up for my nasty attitude. I don't think I'm a very good mother. I'm raising another generation of people who will spend too much money on therapists to be told that their issues stem from an overly difficult parent.
My husband is getting ready to go to work again. The printer hums and beeps as he gets the information ready for his clients. He's good at his job, he's good with people. He could sell ice to an eskimo.
I'm blabbering again, I'm sorry. I suppose I shouldn't use this journal to try to make sense of my thoughts. It would probably more enjoyable if I attemted to get them together first. I've never been one to follow directions.
Time to go get dressed. I've given the neighbors too many eyes full while walking around in my underwear.
Have a good day all, take advantage of your Sunday. Tell me about it tomorrow.
I'm grumpy today, I don't know why, lack of rest probably. I started my day by yelling at my kids, I need to learn the concept of patience. Oddly enough I have given birth to two children who seem to thrive in the morning hours.. I do not. Mornings are my nemesis.
I'll spend the morning cleaning the hobbit hole again and attempting to make up for my nasty attitude. I don't think I'm a very good mother. I'm raising another generation of people who will spend too much money on therapists to be told that their issues stem from an overly difficult parent.
My husband is getting ready to go to work again. The printer hums and beeps as he gets the information ready for his clients. He's good at his job, he's good with people. He could sell ice to an eskimo.
I'm blabbering again, I'm sorry. I suppose I shouldn't use this journal to try to make sense of my thoughts. It would probably more enjoyable if I attemted to get them together first. I've never been one to follow directions.
Time to go get dressed. I've given the neighbors too many eyes full while walking around in my underwear.
Have a good day all, take advantage of your Sunday. Tell me about it tomorrow.
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Loco.. you are most welcome..