Do you ever just have a bad week?
One of those weeks where you can’t seem to accomplish anything?
One of those weeks where every word out of your mouth either offends someone or sounds like you dropped out of school at the age of 8 and have been living among feral dogs for the past decade?
One of those weeks where all you want is to curl up under a mountain of blankets and sleep until you can’t feel anything?
One of those weeks where not one person could possibly assuage the feeling of wanting to burst into tears over something as simple as getting out of a car?
I am having one of those weeks, dear readers, and I dearly hope you can understand.
I guess it just proves that I am human. Now all I have to do is buck up and make myself happy again. “I am in charge of how I feel and today I am choosing happiness.”
This weekend, I just want to bake and sleep and shop and take a bubble bath.
And, then, I will be better.