I am having a mild financial crisis, owing to the fact that I can not, in fact, afford life. That, and those weekends away that just keep coming. That, and the fact that I worked a 13 hour day.
When your mother works a 13 hour day to send you to all the freaking expensive lacrosse extravaganzas in the US, she better not come home to a messy kitchen. I'm just sayin'.
Today was a nightmare of work. The thing is, I just don't earn enough to pay my bills fully, even when I'm working my ever lovin' self into the grave. Who feels sorry for herself?
I'm on antibiotics. I know that will do little for my financial status, or my mood, but it should deal with the sinus infection quite efficiently.
Saturday, as you know, we were in the beautiful town of Pocatello, Idaho. It was.....big shock.... a lacrosse tournament. It rained like unto the ancient flood of Noah, and yours truly stood in the frigid wetness for hours. That's just the kind of mom I am. Therefore, I am dying of sleep deprivation and massive head congestion. But, other than that, it was a great weekend. I did get kissed, and that elevates the entire weekend well above the majority of weekends from the past 39 years. Tim's great.
I, however, am in dire need of my second dose of antibiotic and a large glass of wine.
More tomorrow. Or the next day.
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