That's how I feel--about everything. It's Sunday. YAY a new week. We're starting over. Last week was for the birds... and I am no bird. My weekend was sad. My car is totaled. My niece is amazing, but not gaining weight and they can't figure out why. My dad's cousin had a heart attack and quadruple bypass surgery and not doing well. It's effing hot. My body hurts. Turns out 8 miles is a lot further than it used to be, running wise. I forgot an integral part of our dinner and le sigh... I am fatties. All in all... I'm hoping that things come in gigantic waves and that my wave is over for now. Waves are overrated in my opinion. I remember going to the beach and my sister and I playing on our raft and floating way further down the ocean than we though. We realized this way too late. I feel like that now.
It's all fun and games until you can't find your beach towel. And your snacks. And your parents.
So someone send up a flair gun. And while you're at it... figure out which car I should get. Or come and babysit because taking a 1 year old and his car seat car shopping is not quite as exciting as you might think.