I really wanted to accomplish some things today. I wanted to reorganize our room, finish the curtains odyssey that I began last night, get over to the Galleria to acquire that particular holiday gift for the anonymous lucky person mentioned in an earlier post. It's only three things on the list, but they're all time-consuming, and I needed the majority of the day to get them done. I'm not saying that I didn't have a great day. . . I just wanted to have some all too selfish me time, and I haven't gotten any. And I won't today. Not this evening, anyhow. I get frustrated and pouty when I feel like this and I know that I'm a brat to be around, but dammit -- I have very little me time lately. Even when I'm alone in the house, I feel like I'm always working on Christmas cards from us, or whatever. I feel very awkward typing this right now, as Bil is looking over my shoulder, and even though I know he is my only reader I feel weird venting about him when he's here. I really do love him and we're good together; we get each other. But, like everything, we all need our own time. Or something. I've lost track of this soul-wrenching rant. Whatever.
That is all.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
It's always difficult to continue a rant when someone is reading over your shoulder. Especially if you stop and mention that they're reading over your shoulder. Once you hit that tangent, it's difficult to turn the car around.
Post a Comment