My hair has reached the point over the last week where, when I take it down from my knot/bun/whatever that thing is on top of my head 99% of the time, it’s no longer mermaid hair but a mess of frizz that kinks out into right angles. Time for my annual hair cut.
I just washed my sheets. Yay for that.
I also just washed the upstairs TV remote with them. Not so yay for that.
MY DVR JUST CUT OFF THE VERY END OF PARKS AND REC AND NOW THERE ARE FLAMES ON THE SIDE OF MY FACE.
When in the middle of winter, I can bear it.
Winter has to come eventually, and I live with it, I deal with it, because even though winter is tough, unrelenting, cold as ice, and as wet as rain, there are times when it is beautiful…..maybe only in moments, but the beauty is there.
Spring, now that’s a different story, in fact it’s a new story… a new chapter, a new birth.
A rebirth, a burst of colour, a brighter day, a cooler breeze.
Spring gives us hope again, and makes us feel positive.
I love Spring.
PMS is making my nerves extremely raw and I have next to no patience and Bug has been testing boundaries all damn day and UGGGGHHH, I’m snappy as fuck at everyone and, for the first time in a very long time, I feel like a shitty mom.
I see tumblr has unfollowed people for me.