(no subject)
So today I:
Cleaned six rooms
Did five loads of laundry
Spent for(ty eight) dollars on groceries
Ran the dishwasher three times
Had two emotional breakdowns
And made dinner...for one.
So aside from my day resembling half of the Twelve Days of Christmas, I've decided (once again) that being a housewife and mother is depressing. And also that it is depressing without my mommy around. I don't know how Allie does it. I should call her.
Feeling accomplised? I think so...