Some days I wake up and literally ache from boredom. My house feels like a prison and there is nothing new or exciting to do to occupy myself. My children are playing the same mundane games, which ordinarily I find endearing. My facebook news feed contains absolutely nothing of interest, and I can't figure out the point of my new Twitter account. I've only left my house to go to Walmart, and the library last night. All the books I checked out are duds, and I'm finding that my once innate ability to "judge a book by it's cover" is no longer a talent, but instead a failure. My yarn is bunching, and I just don't want to crochet another stitch of my in progress baby blanket. Everyone I know is working or consumed with their own lives, and really, hold very little interest for me anyway on this excruciatingly boring morning.
So here I sit, in front of my computer, finding brief entertainment and brain stimulation by writing about this horrible existence I'm suffering through.
Really, it's rather depressing.
Perhaps I will have to clean my house, but on this bleary day I find that even my music irritates the daylights out of me. Everything is the same as it was yesterday, and as it will be tomorrow. Where is the exciting, refreshing, cozy life I was living JUST YESTERDAY? How did all things amusing become so bleak? Why is everything so irritating to me. I am determined to chalk this up to the poor nights sleep I got, and I will find something that makes this day better. I will not snap or allow myself to be in a foul mood! Optimism at it's best. Instead, maybe, one more attempt at a library book. An open window to enjoy the day outside.
Some earmuffs to drown out my children?
A pillow to get some comfort for my miserable pregnant body?
A nap when my hubby returns home?
SOMETHING to make this day go away....
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