I have had a serious case of the "blahs" for the past couple of days. I just can't seem to get my head together. I'm exhausted! I just want to take a 6 hour nap. I've been "staring" down a pile of laundry in my bathroom all week. By staring down I mean refusing to do it. I'm not letting that pile of laundry cause me any anxiety. I'll do it when I'm good and ready, frankly I'm not feelin' it right now!
Dan hasn't asked me why he has to maneuver around this massive pile of dirty clothes. He probably thinks I'm rebelling. He's right! I'm taking back my freedom. My freedom from having to have my hands on all things filthy for 18 out of the 24 hours in my day. What ya think about that?! Watch out!