Rainy day prattle
Rain today, blue today, Nothing much to write about; I feel like a slug. My house is seriously messy and I can’t make myself clean it. Suddenly I’m the put-upon mom - Why am I the only one who picks up around here? It is endlessly depressing to walk into my daughters’ room. Toys, clothes, books, and papers litter the floor. How did they get so much junk? If I can’t make myself clean, at least I could sew, or write. I have at least a dozen sewing projects and another dozen writing projects waiting for me. I don’t feel like doing any of it today. I know once I get into it, I’d have some energy and I’d be able to accomplish something, but I can’t make myself thread that needle, or open that file, or pick up that broom (Well, Swiffer in my case). But anyway…blah. Grumpy day, dreary day,
everything going wrong today.
Hide in bed, make it go away.
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