Chronic Ama

Kill. Me. Now. Acne. Bloating. Yeah, that's it. My face is breaking out like I'm back in high school and I feel like Mrs. Puff from Sponge Bob. Surprisingly, for the busy and hard week I am having, I'm not an emotional wreck. I think yesterday's shoe shopping took care of that.  Possibly. Good 'ol right ovary has taken a beating and is coming out on top. And it's killing me. At least I don't have cramps, right?!?! Wish me luck, I can see Easter closing in!

Watch out, I'm scrapbooking again. Time to clean off my craft table and see what pictures need to be printed. Wish me luck. I haven't done this since last fall....

6:30-7:30 PM is battle hour in my house.... Pick up your towel. What towel The one on your pillow What pillow The pillow you sleep on Brush your teeth No, I play trains It's time to brush toofies No, play trains Screaming More screaming Fighting Banging on wall Crying It wasn't my fault! What happened? And that is where mom and dad decided it was early bed time day. Boy-oh had a long day anyway. I think he's growing. Princess was up at 6:30, so I know she was tired too. I'm ready for bed. Or for some Modern Family and popcorn. Yeah, that sounds good.

Has my month of March gone? Oh where oh where can it be? With its days cut short and the work cut long. Oh where oh where can it be? Did anyone else sing that with me? Read it again. I know you want to sing. Don't know that song? Well, that sucks. I just want to go to bed already. I'm tired and I'm trying to look too far into the week and into next month already. Big changes are happening here and i'm halt and anxious all at the same time! So wish me luck! And maybe you can get some rest for me. .... or come sing me to sleep. .....

That's kinda what I feel like right now, even though I know it's not true. I'm tired and I have some decisions to make, although I'm certain the decisions have been made. I just need to ride them out and stand beside them. I also feel terribly overwhelmed again. I think I've over booked myself just a little. A little little. But I'm about to ask for some help and just get shit done. I can do this. I always come through. Just gotta keep my head on my shoulders and out of my ass.

Gonna be in for it tomorrow. Hungover and staying up late to watch Walking Dead. This girl is gonna need an extra shot in her iced venti non fat no whip mocha. No one piss me off tomorrow. And don't judge if I'm asleep under my desk.

That's what I need here. Ya know, I've never been a great fiction writer, but I feel like giving it a try. Maybe some dirty romance? What do you say? I think I have a good imagination. But my husband's trashy fiction is much better. Not sure if I could live up to that standard yet. But I still gotta try.