And it's not a cranky 2 year old. It's a cranky 28 year old. I need more than a nap, I need to go to bed.
I cram too much into my Sundays. I do this every weekend, trying to make things look as perfect as possible before the long week ahead.
I have an outfit picked out for tomorrow, and I made my lunch.
Why do I spend the entire day doing things like cleaning the kitchen and bathrooms while DH and my brother play Wii? That pisses me off--that I don't allow myself to have fun. True, the upstairs bathroom and office needed to be dusted/vacuumed because of the construction on Friday. But it didn't need to take as long as it did. Why do I go over the top and then hate myself for it?
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