Wow, I'm tired!

Crowd (Yelling back) "How tired are you?"

I haven't been this tired since I had an eight month old who was up through the night. In fact, I think I was better rested then as I spent most of my days on the couch with a boob flopped out of my shirt doing the hostage mother thing.

Yet, here I am. Almost eleven pm, an hour past my goal bedtime, and I am still tickety-tick typing away.

My joints hurt.
I hate the cold.
I'm tired of snow.
I need to wash my vehicle.
I have yet to sort books for the school book sale.
I need milk for breakfast. (Looks like an egg day.)

I'm supposed to be in Red Deer for 9am.
I am supposed to be in Lacombe for 10:45am.
I am supposed to have all my receipts and financials ready for my accountant - gawd love her.
I haven't been to the gym all week.
I had Dairy Queen for lunch today.
I skipped the Blizzard for two reasons - I'm cold enough already. And I forgot that I had an appointment downtown, and I had six minutes to get there.

I buy vegetables for my family and then we eat whatever is quickest.
Then I feel guilty.
I totally feel like I suck at anything domestic.
I put my brushed cotton suit jacket in the dryer with wet towels to try and loosen the wrinkles in the elbow crease and see if the dryer wouldn't suck off the friggin pet hair.
WHO DOES THAT?
Do you know what happens to anything of value that gets washed/dried with a load of towels?
You should see it. The only positive thing I can say, is that from a distance it looks like I'm covered in snowflakes, which is perfect cause I just noticed that it looks like we're in for a real blizzard.

I feel like my arse is square from sitting.
AND I think I have bad breath!

I'd better go to bed before you all don't come back to read anymore. I don't even like myself right now. Let's hope things look better in the morning.