Too much to bitch about in just a little status area, so I thought I would jot it down in my blog. So many little frustrations adding up driving me to that breaking point. I am so close to flipping out right now it isn't even funny.
I had a good weekend, I just wish there was more of it. There is just never enough hours in one day to get done all the things I need to do in life and get some time in for myself as well. This is all very frustrating.
Yesterday I told myself I was going to tackle the laundry. When I was almost done, I find another mountain of clothing yet to be done. I am still not done. Then of course I still had to do the grocery shopping. I picked the WRONG day for this! Everyone and their brother's uncle's sister's mother's dog's godfather was at the store yesterday...with their screaming kids. I knew there was a reason I never did my shopping on the weekends.
Those two things may not seem like a lot, but when it is just you against the world, it is. Then there was bringing in the groceries, making dinner, cleaning the house (which is still not done.), folding and putting away the clothes (which is still not done), studying/homework (I have my first exam this week.). I just finished the homework this morning. I barely understood any of it. Tomorrow is my first major exam and I am pretty sure I am going to fail it. Once I get off of work it is a repeat of yesterday except no grocery shopping.
To add to the frustration, I paid all the bills on Friday. Not everything has cleared the bank yet. I checked my account yesterday only to find that one company that was supposed to mail me my bill...ended up taking the full amount out of my account instead. So once those other bills clear that will leave me in the negative. Wonderful. Now I have to find an extra $100, pull it out of my ass somehow to make sure nothing bounces.
I have been trying really hard and working really hard to maintain/lose weight but in a weeks time the scale has gone back up 5 pounds. FML. I don't really pay too much attention to the scale, but it is still disappointing. I have been busting my ass to drop everything and make sure I get a work out in no matter how small it may be. I even started running. I keep telling myself that it is muscle gain. Yeah, not when you have over 100 pounds to lose to even consider yourself somewhat healthy.
Can I crawl under a rock now?