omg angrycakes
Bah, someone want to tell me why I'm in such a foul mood? Yeah, lack of quality sleep's part of it (I can't wait till we move. I know it won't be utterly quiet during the day when I need to sleep but at least it won't be like living inside a tympani), but that can't be the whole reason. I mean, I had such a lovely weekend. It was so nice to be able to spend that kind of time with Meredith without the kids. Just two adults on a long day out with each other - Dave & Buster's (wherein we accidentally won thousands of tickets at the various games and bought the kids some stuffed animals), Maggiano's (which, while expensive, is worth every penny), a movie (The Holiday is a very cute movie [confidential to Kate Winslet: call me sometime.]), and a nice hotel (I'll leave that bit up to your imagination). Le Peep and shopping the next morning. Afternoon with the family. Static Sunday evening, which is almost always a blast (and I didn't even drink all that much AND I more or less behaved myself, for the win).
So how is it Monday evening rolls around and I feel like such an angry prick?
Maybe because I know I have to go back to work. *shrug* who knows.
So how is it Monday evening rolls around and I feel like such an angry prick?
Maybe because I know I have to go back to work. *shrug* who knows.