I have The Blahs this weekend. I don’t know if I’m just tired (which I totally am) or coming down with something (please god no) or WHAT. But I’ve felt very draggy, achy, cross and just… blah (hence, The Blahs). At every turn I want to say either “Meh” or “Blah”. Possibly “Ugh”.
And it hasn’t been a bad weekend. Far from it. Kile brought home a taco pizza from Papa Murphy’s on Friday which was very, very yummy. Then, on Saturday morning, he got up with her early on so I could stretch out and get another hour or so by myself. That was fabulous. Evie wasn’t really awake herself, so she and he just conked out in Kile’s recliner until I woke up. Then, last night, we went to a barbecue at a friend’s house before we all went to the drive in together to see the new “Narnia” movie. I mean that all sounds like fun, right? And it was. But I still felt icky.
We even slept in this morning, missing church (shame on us) since the movie didn’t end until after 11:00 last night. Of course, now I feel worse because I’m so much more tired. The fact that it’s freaking HOT outside isn’t helping because I swear to you, I’m allergic to hot weather. I cannot stand to be hot. Nothing can make me feel ill quicker (well, other than watching Kile play Halo, that is). Is it possible that I miss winter already?
We left the house, a noble act I’m sure, in search of some parts at the hardware store. I think I officially hate Home Depot now. I was feeling so sour after our trip there that we skipped going to Walmart. If there’s anything I’ve learned about going to Walmart, it’s that if you’re already annoyed with humanity going in, you should probably just skip it. It’s rare that a sour mood is IMPROVED by going to Walmart. Especially on a Sunday.
So now, while Kile is trying to fashion me a diaper sprayer and Liam is checking out what Noggin has to offer (I get great joy from heckling Dora. She drives me nuts) I’m trying to wrap my head around this post. So far, I’m failing miserably. Oh well. You’re stuck with it now!
*cackle*
Hope you’re all feeling better than I am. Believe me, it’s not much of a stretch.
































