I think I'll go spelunking down to Wit's End today. Or is it rappelling? Either way it should be a short trip. I am so stressed. Sleep comes in fits and starts. I had every intention of going back to bed after sending the kidlet off to the schoolbus this morning. Instead I have a load of laundry that just hit the spin cycle...
Death and mayhem.
My brother is off doing who knows what in Jersey. He's staying with us for a bit in order to find a job so he can escape the oppressiveness of Mom & Dad. He's been pretty much incommunicado for the past 16 months. Unfortunately, the last three weeks he's spent looking for a career instead of something that will help him in the NOW. He's had one nibble and apparently he thinks human resources personnel are creodonts because they can't see that he is the answer to all their prayers. He's all that AND a bag of chips, people!
It's blissfully quiet here today. No mowers. No chainsaws. No weedeaters. Just the dozy sound of a little airplane buzzing around. It's been so oppressively negative around here lately. The kidlet went nuts yesterday because she forgot her homework at school. It will be total chaos when she gets home this evening, too. Then it is time to pack up for soccer practice. More grumbling and complaining. Not because she hates it. Just because she can. *sigh*
I think I'll go outside and wrap the rest of the day around me like a sweater and snuggle down into it. Days like this don't come often anymore.