A weak week.

I’m having one of those weeks where it takes every single ounce of will power left in my bones to drive past Taco Bell on my way home at night.

One of those weeks were my job is hard, church is hard, life is hard, and my days are so jam packed that they seem to run into each other like pudding.

One of those weeks where I get home, throw my coat on the floor, poke out my contacts, flop into my bed and talk to my mattress like I’m on an IKEA commercial.

One of those weeks where I’m too tired to even bother crying from the stress of it all. And blogging requires all the slivers of energy I have left. And I want to write about how much I hate everything and everyone, but all those things and ones probably read this.

One of those weeks where spring cannot get here fast enough. And every single Taylor Swift song on the radio annoys the crap out of me. And I don’t even have time to read about the TV I don’t have time to watch.

One of those weeks that cannot end fast enough even if it ended yesterday.

I’m having one of those weeks. And it’s still mostly Monday.

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  1. Well, it sounds like you need a “pick-me-up.” How does a day with Bronson sound? We can eat at Chicago Cafe, have Cocoa on the 95th Floor of John Hancock Tower again, then, dance around a bit at shake-yo-booty club on the north side… fun?

  2. Bummer way to start the week. I’ve observed that any week that starts with a “manic” Monday will end well. It’s the week that starts off slow, that I end up with a “frantic” Friday. Maybe I should look for “wicked” Wednesday’s to balance things out? 😉

  3. I want to go with Bronson if you are not going. HA! Just don’t tell Ron.
    Life is hard Crystal, but hang in there. Keep fighting the GOOD fight and you will find rewards. Love ya.

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