I am tired and depressed and I have had enough.
I scrubbed the stove top this past weekend. Even when I don’t actually use it, I end up cleaning it, or it didn’t get done. I had it shiny and white and clean…. which it no longer is, and I HAVE NOT COOKED ON IT THIS WEEK.
I planned to come home, have lunch, then prep supper. I was planning on home-made baked macaroni and cheese. Only there are so many dirty dishes, I can’t really do a damn thing out there. I started the dishes (which is supposed to be Meriah’s job)… and lost it. Between the mac and cheese she burnt into a pot today, the remnants of yorkshire in what was once one of my cake pans, and the rows of dirty glasses…. HOW do you end up with every damn glass we own dirty when there are only three people here?
I have no nicotine to help me cope. I have no soda to help me cope, and it looks like I am going to have to drop the soda, regardless. According to my last blood work, I am diabetic. Just one more thing to deal with.