I'm currently sitting on one of our bar stools, working on my second bowl of dry Lucky Charms. I'm wallowing. Pouting. Avoiding Reality.
It's Friday, the sun is shining, we still have over half the summer to go, but at this moment in time I'm just not feeling it. Michele and the kids leave tomorrow, we host a major bbq on Sunday, and I'm just not excited to take on the world again.
Aren't I a baby? I mean, really, if this is what I have to complain about, I AM PATHETIC. But, a certain "escapism" overcomes me when Michele and the kids are around, and anticipating the end of that has me down.
Wah, wah, wah...........