the shoulda’s

There’s alot I should be doing right now.  Chores.  Laundry. Dishes.  Shower.  Sleep.

I’m exhausted.  I’m sick.  I need to just chill for a bit.  I’m blog surfing.  Goofing off on facebook.  I need this.

I know tomorrow I’ll be thinking that I shoulda done this or that.  But so what.  There’s nothing left tonight.

I made it to the gym today.  I really needed that runner’s high.  I feel much better.  But I’m a bit sore because I haven’t been in more than a week, Grandma was out of town so I didn’t have anyone to get my kiddos.

I’ve got another psychotic weekend staring me in the face.  The only thing more wearing than working a 10 hour day and coming home to a hot dirty house with 2 tired hungry kids is spending my days off trying to catch up on all the stuff I didn’t get to all week.  And it’s especailly bad right now as I try to put our lives and our home back together.

Someday I’ll move into the empty bedroom and let the kids have their own room.  But I can’t deal with it yet.  And the 3 of us have always shared our little room and I don’t want to further unsettle them so soon.

My sister’s supposed to come visit in a few weeks.  I’ll let her stay in it and then maybe it won’t feel so freaky.  I’m also hoping to send her home with a now fixed cat.

And now, I’m going to play farm town for a while before hitting the sack.  Early.  Maybe some sleep while help to rid my head of this cold.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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