It wasn't a bad day. A little crazy, sure, hectic, busy, not exactly as planned, but overall it was fine. Until the afternoon where I just started feeling overwhelmed and nothing was working the way I expected. I am hiding in my room folding laundry and avoiding yelling at the kids. I feel gross and fat and frumpy. I feel neglected and needy. I feel awful.
Part of this is that I have been sick and feeling blah all week. I am sure that lack of sleep is contributing, but I need a break. I need a distraction. I need a little pampering and spoiling and girl time. And it isn't coming. There is nothing In the future that leads me to believe I am going to get the break I need.