All day long I've been have a pity-party of sorts in my head, with this on-going list of things that I am tired of. I can't shake it, it's bad enough that I'm tired of thinking about what I'm tired of. So I was going to share my list, get it out of my head, try some therapeutic blogging tonight.
But I didn't. None of it is necessarily bad, I'm not really upset with anyone...but to put the list out there could give some folks the wrong idea. (That, by the way, is one of the things I'm tired of!)
So I'm going to finish washing the dishes (which I'm tired of -- as soon as I finish, it seems it's always time to cook yet another meal and fill the sink back up with dirty ones), finish washing/folding/putting away the laundry (which I'm tired of -- it's never done, we're always in the process of making more laundry), and go to bed too late yet again (which I'm tired of, I'm just plain tired), just to get up way too early in the morning to try to get a head start on the to-do list that I didn't finish today, before tomorrow's to-do list drowns me, yet again...