When Mama Ain't Happy, Ain't Nobody Happy
It's been a bad week--too hot, too crabby, and too miserable. My husband is working too much. My kids are acting up like hooligans. I'm in a big funk. I was so mad I packed a suitcase and threatened to move out. I'm not yet back to my senses, but I'm trying to calm down.
I'm having a mini-life crisis or something. I'm not going into details here. It's time for some changes.
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4 comments:
so, i'd offer to help you run away, and come with you but i don't think we get far in my car these days. sigh sue
I could use some company... want to come visit me? It's hot here too, but Winnipeg hot, not NC hot. Plus we have window air conditioners for the worst days.
Run to Boston to come and see us. They will appreciate you when you come back!
Leesa
Imagine what a statement it would make to run away to Australia. And no heat here at all - it's cold cold cold (in an Australian sort of way). Come curl up on the sofa in my loungeroom for a weekend and knit and catch your breath.
Anna x
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