You Can Call Me Satan.
Yes. I'm Satan.
At least I feel like Satan.
I woke up feeling completely and totally EVIL.
No, it's not that time.
I think it's a mixture of trying to run a household, raise to boys, work full time, and then figure out how I'm going to throw school into the mix.
Yup. I'm a bit worn out.
I feel awful when I feel like this.
I yelled at the boys this morning a bazillion times (hubby had to work EARLY so I had them all to myself).
Now I have Aladdin on for Cole so I can have some 'me' time on the computer.
I bit Carl's head of a few dozen times this morning before he left. Then cursed his name when I found out he did NOTHING last night while I was at work. The load of laundry I put in the wash, still there this morning.
*sigh*
He helps quite a bit around the house, but not when I need it the most. Know what I mean?
I'll be better tomorrow. This is how I am when there's no freaking sunshine in Ohio.
I need me some freaking sunshine.
Have a nice day.
Yes, I'm still Satan.