Is it Wednesday yet? I feel wordless. I've had a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend but I feel pretty drained. My house is a mess, I feel a bit tired & I'm borderline irritable. I think it's a combination of PMS & my whirlwind weekend- oh, yeah, & the fact that I don't want to face my house. I've been wandering around here trying to find something else to do- nothing is striking my fancy. This is the time when I have to turn on some peppy music & just get cleaning, & know that I'll feel better when it's done.
So here I go charging onto the battlefront with guns blazing! I'll be back here when my mission is accomplished & I feel less whiney.
Why does cleaning have to be such an emotional issue?