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this has been just the crappiest weekend. hubby’s sick, which granted, isn’t his fault, but there is that small bit of resentment that when i’m sick, i don’t get to lie around all day and sleep for a whole weekend. i’m still expected to do stuff. i make myself do stuff. whatever.
then there’s the fact that one of my friends doesn’t seem to be speaking to me. i have probably contributed to this, but if they’re mad at me, i wish they’d say something. it’s made me fairly miserable, i must admit. and i don’t know what to do about it. i’ve tried to get some sort of conversation going, though probably not the right way, and haven’t gotten any response. i guess i should just face facts and accept that i’ve driven them away with my constant whinging and complaining. who wants to be friends with someone like that?
oh, and, as usual, as a mother i am the scourge of the earth. it’s lovely how my kids never fail to tell me how horrible i am, even when i don’t know what i’ve done this time to make them hate me.
so, yay. the most depressing blog for a labor day weekend.
here's my gripe... 