There will be no FFS!? Friday post today.
Quite frankly, I am utterly buggered. Exhausted beyond exhaustion. How tired? So tired I do not have the energy to lift my wine glass. For reals.
Gasp in shock. Reel in horror. I would too, if I had the energy. FFS!?
After almost a month of the whole working 6 days a week while maintaining my domestic status thing, I was all "I am woman, I am mother, I am worker, I am domestic goddess, I am everything to everyone, my family's universe revolves around me....so, hear me roar and all that shiz".
And then I fell on my ass. Then I finished my stint at being a full time worker once again.
I spent my first day off, wandering around a shopping centre in a daze...wait for it....
WITHOUT BUYING ANYTHING.
Again, gasp in shock. Reel in horror. Again, I would too if I had the energy, FFS!?
I even tempted fate by going into not one but two discount crap shops.
Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
Not one single useless and unnecessary purchase, FFS!?
So, as you can see, I obviously need a day off to reflect and regroup.
You know the situation is dire when you can walk around a shopping centre packed with usually justifiable purchases..and walk out with nothing.
I've clearly lost my mojo. FFS!?
So today, instead of writing a lengthy whine about what's given me the shits for the week (because this is totally not that...heh), I am going to give myself a stern talking to, and at the very least browse Ebay for something to purchase with the barest of efforts required - a click of the mouse.
Wish me luck. God speed. Go hard or go home. Bring it. Saddle up. And every other irritating motivational saying.