I had all these plans to get things done:
What have I completed? One load of laundry in the washer, one in the dryer, and hung up Josh’s shirts from yesterday. *grumble* How fucking pathetic is that? The biggest problem? It’s too fucking hot. The apartment is “supposedly” 75 or so degrees, according to the thermostat, but that thing is set in the hallway. The hallway which has NOTHING to really keep the air from getting warm, while the bedrooms, the living room, and the kitchen feel like it’s 90. I’m scared to death to see the next power bill, because we’ve had the AC at 70 most every day for the past week. It doesn’t help that it’s in the triple-digits this week. It doesn’t help that my body’s first and only response to heat is a headache and exhaustion. It doesn’t help that the kids are bored out of their minds, and I can’t do anything to alleviate it. It doesn’t help that FREAKING COX!! hasn’t e-mailed back letting us know when we can pick up our freaking box so we can finally set up the digital cable. Come on, already!!
Yeah, just ignore me. I’m whiny, I’m bitchy, I’m moody. I want a nap and an escape, just for a few hours, away from kids, away from the stress of life, away from it all. Just for a few hours!