I'm having a bad day. I have a headache. My allergies are going beserk. My internet crashes everytime I check my email. The children keep complaining that they're hungry, but then only want candy. My lawn needs to be mowed. I have probate paperwork to review.
I want to run away. To Starbucks.
On a good note, I did make it to the post office this morning. And I managed to get everything out of the small hallway except for the cute little bench that's supposed to be there. I even put your shoes away, Hubby! I'm trying to muster enough energy to clear off the linen cabinet now. Since it's right next to the laundry room where we enter/exit the garage, stuff tends to accumulate there. Wierd random stuff life a small craft kit pirate chest, 3 bibles, CD's, used Kleenex, keys and a scarf.
Well, I guess I'd better quit whining and get on with it. Does anybody feel sorry for me?