Is it Friday yet?

I have a terrible case of the blahs. I hate to sound like a baby, but it's been bugging me a bit and maybe, just maybe, if I blog about it I will feel better! Right?

Life is crazy. I learned that a long time ago, but I forget sometimes (forgetting is one thing I am good at) that when things start to feel really good that is usually when the walls come crumbling down. Nothing big has happened, so don't worry about that, but I FEEL like something is happening. 

I don't really know what you call it, that pit-of-the-gut-oh-no-something-bad-is-happening feeling. When I was in grade school I felt this way before a test and especially before report cards came out! I was always a little freaked out about the future, ya know? Well, that feeling has seemed to encompass me over the past several days. I get home from work and I am just physically and mentally exhausted. I go home and go straight to the couch (I'd go straight to bed but this way I don't feel like a complete failure when it comes to mothering my child) and end up in bed at an unreasonably early hour. I wake up feeling like I've been hit by a bus and wonder how I'll survive another day. 

Last night Hannah pointed something out to me that got me thinking: She and I have been playing Words with Friends and she said "Mom, what's up?" and I was like... "What do you mean what's up?" 

Then she said something about my choice of words I'd been using. I mentioned my letters hadn't been great (and mind you, I usually use the "cheat sites" when I play with the big boys, but not with Hannah). She then pointed out her list of words "Tee, go, dots, kites, reads."

Mine are "knots, roar, quit, help, and deal."

Yeah, I see her point. 

So this is the plan:

Tomorrow I will finish up an unfinished project. I won't stay in bed all day and feel sorry for myself for not knowing why I am feeling sorry for myself. I will smile and laugh and instead of hiding away I will make purposeful decisions to not only get out, but to get out and make someone happy. Anyway, thanks for the vent, say a prayer for this gal. Please.

Love you all,

Sarah