That's how I feel. I don't want to be here today, I don't want to do this today. Problem is, I don't want to do it tomorrow either. Tuesday's not looking too good either.
Older daughter is having roommate problems that are going to end in me having to help her get another place to stay after just giving her the money to move into the place she's in now.
Younger daughter is giving me the cold shoulder because I won't let her go to Austin for the New Year to see a boy she met over Thanksgiving. It's not even that I don't trust her judgment (ok, I sorta don't), but that is the busiest week of the year for us and I need her here.
Just had to write an email to two very good friends who helped me finance the purchase of the cafe to tell them that, sorry, but I won't be paying them back as scheduled.
My dishwasher is late.
The phone keeps ringing, and it's not anyone I'd like to talk to.
The muscles running from the base of my skull to my shoulder feel like a radio tower guy line.
And no, M, there is no dallying. Haven't dallied in a couple of years now.
To dally would be nice.
17 hours ago