One would think that with a shortened work week, that the end would come quicker somehow.

Not so much.

This week has just been dragging on.  And, quite frankly, this week hasn’t been one of my favorites.  Maybe that’s where the “rule” lays: the crappier the week, the slower it passes.

That sounds about right.

I’m thinking tomorrow will be better though.  I’ve decided that I’m going to (*gulp*) venture outside the home with the children.  With Harry home, I can actually attempt the grocery store.  So tomorrow morning we’re going to pack up and go to Walmart.  I don’t expect a full shopping trip, but a few of the neccessities plus the distraction of doing something different should be worth the trip.  And Harry is already excited for the trip, since I promised McDonald’s for lunch when we’re done.  To take home, of course.  I’m not crazy enough to eat at the restaurant.

Give me SOME credit, now.

In light of my recent difficulites, I’ve felt that maybe I need to start simplifying things.  I know I’ve brought a lot of my troubles upon myself.  So then it would seem that the best course of action would be for me to remove  those troubles myself, yes?

Maybe it is as easy as that.

And I’m not stupid enough to think that everything can be solved by simplifying.  But if I start to adopt the general mindset of, “Is this going to complicate my life?  Then NO!”, maybe that will help.

Can’t hurt, right?

And I’m afraid to say this, but I think that this simplification plan of mine will involve removing toxic situations from my life.  The reason I’m afraid to say that is because, believe it or not, I’m an eternal optimist.  Yes, I am!  I want to believe that things will alway swork out for the best and there will be a happily ever after.  That maybe if the ideal resolution isn’t reached, that at least an amicable one is possible.

I’m starting to doubt that.

Scratch that.  I AM doubting that.  Because try as I might be believe and hope and move on, certain situations have been shoved back into my face (to make me squirm?) and other people have not been believing, hoping or moving on.  So maybe moving on entirely is the answer?  Call uncle, cut my losses and get on with my life?

Surely that couldn’t make me any more miserable than trying to hope has made me.

Gosh, that got awfully dark there, didn’t it?   Sorry about that.

The ultimate goal is: a happier me!  There’s a lot of factors at play here and hopefully by conquering each issue as it stands will help me move toward that goal.  Keep your fingers crossed!