I don't like this day.
I haven't since 1986, the same day the space shuttle exploded and I am not going to get into specifics- those who know are the only ones who need to know.
This entire week has been exhausting and I have actually done very little.
I hate this time of year and getting through the days just gets harder.
I have spent the last few days trying to work, trying (ha) to clean my awful house and trying to find a place to go for our 15th anniversary (yes, I have a 19 year old son, we got married when I was pregnant with our 14 year old son)
I keep hearing "whatever you want- you decide" when I suggest places or ideas, which makes me feel like I am really the only one who really wants to go, so we are doing whatever I want.
We are staying home.
I will be working.
It is too stressful for me to make plans alone and then hope it works out and everyone has fun.
Like the New York trip where I picked a bad hotel in a bad location and had no itinerary so we just winged it and I felt responsible.
We had some fun but I feel like we could have had a better time had I been a planner.
My house is still a mess, I still need to go to the grocery store, we are expecting a snow storm, my oldest is home for a music festival, and we are going to his concert in a few minutes.
I just want to go to bed.