Blah!

You know those days when you are just "Blah!"? and you can't snap out of it? and so you decide to blog about it? (me either.....) But hypothetically, if I DID feel like that, this would be why:

-Mother-in-law just left, and I always feel a little bummed

-wore some jean capris yesterday and had my boy ask me why I wear capris that are so tight and that I needed to buy some new ones that fit (thanks.)

-Whenever I look down at my toenails that need painting, my double chin gets in the way

-I just REALLY want to watch a movie. It's been FOREVER, and we haven't had a DVD player that works (or a TV for that matter) for 7 weeks.

-have to go pay for 2 library books that got left in D.C.

-I'm wearing orange, because it's the first clean shirt (that fits) that I grabbed and I look horrible in orange!

- the neighbor's pool has moss crap all in it, so we can't swim!

-my arms are too big to wear short sleeved shirts that are above my bicep.

-Couldn't go on a walk yesterday because the stroller was in the van that I didn't have.

-my baby is all stuffed up and can't get over it (for the past 3 weeks) and it makes sleeping harder and eating harder.

-haven't seen my hubby in 36 hours and will be 48 by the time I do.

-didn't have a car to get out yesterday and everytime I went outside to play baseball with the boys I got eaten by mosquitos even though I was covered in spray

-I smell the dog's poop somewhere in the house, but I STILL haven't found it yet.

So, what's my solution you ask? Step 1- Blog about it........actually that really doesn't do anything for me, but at least I get to sit on my fatness for a little longer.

Step 2- we're going to the library to get new books, so I can STILL sit on my fatness, but snuggle my little ones

Step 3- you would THINK I would say exercise, but I'm not going to the gym until I can take my baby, and that's not until Sep. 2nd. So maybe I'll just do some squats and go on more sweaty walks.

Step 4- I need to go serve someone, that always makes me feel better.

Step 5- I am going to buy a gallon of paint so I can paint our living room and have a project do to while Brooks is out-of-town this weekend (by then my DVD player might have arrived and I'll go to Redbox and get a few nice chick flicks)

Step 6- MOP MY FLOORS. I just love the feeling of that on my feet. Lame, I know

Step 7- shave my legs. If you're a girl, you KNOW that just makes you feel on top of the world. (We females are a peculiar gender)

And lastly, lose myself in a good ol' scripture study during the kid's naptime. Then I'll remember that all of the above complaints are really quite miniscule in the whole scheme of things that I have someone who knows how I feel and knows how to make me feel better. Phew, I'm done.