The lethargic nutso in a moo moo

I don't wanna do nuffin. Nope.

Arms crossed.

Pouty face.

Hmrph.


I am in just one of those moods.

Took a bath. Put on my moo moo night gown at 3:30 in the afternoon.


I have 6 loads to fold (yeah, I got the washing down, now I just need to coordinate the folding) 3 to wash.

I have dishes to do, a kitchen to clean, toys to pick up.

Scrapbooking I could do, oh and I haven't held a class in months (SO not like me)

I don't want to read, or draw, or do much of anything.


Sometimes I fear that my Postpartum was worst then people thought it was. I fear the mood swings I have is because of it.

I am happy go lucky but if one thing bugs me, or a kid even whines... it's all over. I cry I yell, I pull my hair...


I just get over stressed about stupid shit.


I have issues and I guess we will just write it off as nuts? Whatever, I feel bad for the kids and Spaghetti. It makes Weaky cry when I get upset, because I am loud and scary, Bagel is sadly getting used to it.


How do you explain to someone, without looking like a complete nut bag, that you just have moments where you just want to run away? But you want to take everyone with you? But then change your mind and just go by yourself? Maybe just a cat?


Sigh... hope you guys get me.


Speaking of going nutso, I am going to loose my tree if I don't leave the loft. The kids will NOT nap, and I can't handle it. Gatta go get lost in the basement...


Maybe I should pad my art room walls...


I am slowly going crazy 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 switch... crazy going slowly am I 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 switch... I am slowly going crazy...