I am very glad to be going on a vacation because this is my list of things that are making me want to pull my hair out, cry for three days straight or sharpen the kitchen knives:
kids talking my head off (though I am proud of their ability to articulate)
husband not talking enough (though I know he's just as stressed as I am)
money or lack thereof
dog hair everywhere
naps that just make it worse
vitamin D deficiency
a book series that is five books long and a thousand pages each
lack of energy
lack of inspiration
no patience for friends
no patience period.
conversations in my head with nobody inparticular
good dreams that go bad
cars that don't work
grocery prices going through the roof
fear of nausea
fear of nausea leading to anxiety leading to more nausea
laundry piled next to the laundry hamper
desire to rip someone's head off
wanting to scream at the next person who looks at me sideways
trumped up Hollywood movies
news that an old classmate committed suicide
faith or lack of faith
overwhelmed with life!
and so on and so on and so on....
the count down is on. Thank God.
I'm heading to the Caribbean in March.
If I don't end up in jail before then