Oh winter, just FUCK OFF ALREADY. Tired of grey skies, endless cold, snow over my fairly tall boot-tops. Tired of being sick all the time. Two babies with croup = a fuckload of croupy babies. My asshole of a husband keeps NOT getting sick, which I guess I should be grateful for. But I’m not because DAMN I want to be the healthy one.
The dishwasher has been busted for a million years and then the hot water heater stopped working and I was all AAAARGH I just want to wash my dishes without having to heat water on the stove like little fucking house on the prairie! and then when it finally worked again, I discovered that we were out of dish soap. Mr. Bunny’s going out of town this week and then when he returns his mother (I HATE YOU, REALLY NOT THAT BAD MOTHER IN LAW!) is visiting.
My extremely good children are not getting a very good mama these days. I think I’ve apologized for yelling about fifty billion times today.
I keep thinking about hot summer days. I imagine walking home after a long day of extremely productive work. A cocktail of some refreshing, delicious variety will be waiting for me. And of course I’ll be in a good mood, because it’s just WINTER that’s the problem. Right?