We're back from the mountains of Tennessee. Actually I should confess that we've been back for some days now. It was a relaxing trip and for the record I need to say here that I finally got the whole cabin on the river thing for Husband. We attended his annual family reunion together for the first time, and I met lots of relatives. They were all so nice. And smart. And sweet and welcoming. It was very pleasant indeed and I think that from now on I won't dread the cabin trip quite so much. The long drive with kids, yes. The place itself, no. It's kind of a relief for me to not feel so pissy about it.
But now we're home again, living among what few boxes we have packed, trying to get a ridiculous number of things done before we close on the new house Friday and then leave town again for another week on Saturday. Sigh. I'm sure y'all are sick of hearing about this, and frankly I'm sick of my own damn self at the moment. I've decided I'm going to take a brief break from blogging here because I'm just too tired of what I have to say. Basically, my life can be summed up in a few sentences right now. Here it is:
I'm really tired most of the time. I'm really busy with packing and scheduling repairs on both these houses, plus taking care of the kids all damn day. My kids and my husband drive me nuts a lot because I'm so tired and busy all the time. I am evil and short-tempered with them a lot and can't help myself. I generally feel resentful and put-upon most days.
Who needs it? I'll bet most of the mamas out there feel exactly the same way, but somehow the rest of you say it in a more witty fashion or are more insightful and creative about it, or at the very least you don't let it drag on for quite so long. Me, I'm just tired of my own shit. I'm going to shut up for the next couple of weeks and hope that just getting through to the other side of this move will cure me.
I'll see y'all after we move, early August or thereabouts.