I’m still on Christmas holiday vacation mode. It’s been a week since I got back to work, and the littles ones at school, but my body and mind are in denial.

I still stay up late at night even though I’ve had to wake up before 7 a.m. My body doesn’t want to move much. So now I’m a little fluffy from my sweet, sedentary vacation filled with cookies and chocolate.

Fuck.

I’m trying to get out of it. I get quick moments of hope and enthusiasm then it’s back to blah. I don’t know what the heck is wrong with me. A friend said I need more sleep — good sleep. And I know they’re right. But when else am I going to have some quiet time without animals, husband, or kids interrupting me for stupid, tiny things?

Stupid, tiny things. So annoying. But it’s all my own doing, isn’t it? I’m the one that decided I wanted to get married and have more kids, then amass a preposterous pack of pets!

I’m such a bitch for complaining. I wouldn’t have it any other way. If I had to start all over, I’d do the same exact thing. Every day has moments of warmth, fun, and delight, but it’s also exhausting sometimes. So much love comes from these silly souls I live with, but they all also come with assholes I have to clean up after. Aside from my husband, of course, but he’s such an ass.

They all are. Or maybe it’s me. Hah! I bet it’s me.