I am officially in a funk. A moving funk. A single parent funk. An all around, pissed at the world, I want new shoes and Toblerone cheesecake funk. Oh, and a haircut funk too.
I am tired of packing. I am tired of the man being gone. I am tired of homework, scavenger hunts, book reports, math pages, boxes, dust, packing tape, sleepless night, sleeping alone (lying awake alone?) and cooking for unappreciative kids.
I am cold, the weather sucks and the tortilla slathered with butter and salt did not taste as good as I would have liked.
Someones having a case of the Mondays...
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Days until Freedom: 90
Days until Move: 39
Boxes packed: 8
Labels: Blah Blogging, Me stuff, Michelle, moving
