I am grumpy. Had to work a little on Sat., and ended up being too tired to go to the yarn sale. I slept the entire day on Sunday, till 5pm. I am still grumpy at myself about this. Damnit. I feel like I wasted my entire weekend. Ergo, no farmer's market trip, missed the yarn sale yet again, no cleaning, nothing.
Instead, I watched a whole lot of TV and two movies (Corpse Bride and Constant Gardener, both v. v. good).
I feel really guilty about this, and I know realistically I have been extremely tired and short on sleep the past week, along with a) having Murphy wreak havoc on my life in myriad small yet irritating ways (usually it's funny, but it got to the hysterically funny, OMG-this-isn't-actually-happening-to-me state sometime Wed. afternoon) b) possibly starting to get sick at exactly the worse possible time (please refer back to a) c) getting giant hopes up that rachelmanija
was coming 9/25 instead of 10/25 because of a mistake on a bookstore website d) Fitz-rat still wheezing despite being on antibiotics e) Mom still needing a lot of attention and me being too tired f) work being absolutely insane, staying late nearly every day the past week, really crazy scheduling stuff that I won't go into and g) knowing I'm going to stay busy till end of October.
So really, wanting to go home and veg in front of the TV shouldn't be so blameworthy, but it feels blameworthy, along with sleeping away all of Sunday. Ugh. And of course, because I did that, I only got about four hours of sleep tonight and am really tired.