I hate it when I get that feeling of… just not feeling right. Not exactly unhappy or cranky, but very down. Or bummed.
I’m feeling bummed. *sigh*
Aidan is being naughty and making “food” messes all over the place. Our basement flooded last night because the power went out at 7:30pm and didn’t come back on until 2:30am, thus rendering the sump pump useless which is BAD when it’s raining a LOT. There wasn’t a whole lot of water, but there was enough to be annoying. Heh. Chris had to use the Shop Vac to clean it out.
There are other reasons I’m bummed too, but I won’t post them. Chris did entice me with a trip to Barnes & Noble, but honestly, I don’t even feel like doing that.
This feeling I’m getting…it’s like OPPRESSION. As soon as I pulled into the garage, I just felt cranky. When I went to pick up Aidan, the sitter said “you don’t look very happy.” The kids all smiled at me, though, and that helped. But it’s like this weight, this pressure, and I don’t know how to make it go away.
I hate it when I’m like this.