Depressed
This is turning out to be a pretty unpleasant week. I didn’t sleep well Sunday night or Monday night … partly because it’s so very hot, and partly because the offspring keep coming in to tell me they’re having nightmares.
Tomorrow I have to go to the doctor, and I know he’s going to make me weigh in, and I don’t want to. I’ve had a horrible few weeks since I ran out of one of my medications, battling (and frequently losing) food cravings. I’ve gained a good bit of weight, and I’m mad as heck about it, and climbing on the scale is just going to make the whole problem seem more insurmountable than ever.
My house is a mess and I can’t do anything about it until after this exam on Saturday, which I am cramming like crazy for. I still have a book and a half to finish. Ugh.
The children are starting baseball practise tonight, which means that we’ll get home late, supper will be late, and I won’t get anything done again.
The A/C isn’t cooling properly, which means that I’m going to have to get a repairman out for that as well as for the roof … and it’s time to get my car serviced — oil change and such.
Sigh. I hate my life sometimes. The only bright spot is that there are only two kids in the house to make messes, and there’s only me to be unpleasant about how bad the house looks at the moment. I can’t WAIT for Saturday night.