I tried to write a post today, but all that was coming out was yucky stuff that will really drag a person down. And on such a nice sunny day, I just couldn’t do that to The Internet. Plus, Ruthie has turned into a flakey napper, and now I am dealing with my bitter disappointment that I’ve had less than an hour to myself, which hardly seems enough to recharge me during such a shitty week.
The Crazy has officially entered the house, and The New Jen is nowhere to be found. I must find my sword to fight the good fight.
Pray that I clearly see my enemy, and leave all innocent bystanders in peace.