Last night, after a particularly bad week as a mom, I got into an epic fight with my husband. You know, the perfect punctuation to a bad day if there ever was one. Especially since my husband and I never fight. Bicker? Absolutely. But rarely fight to the point where feelings get hurt.
Then I finished off a bottle of wine and cried myself to sleep watching a depressing movie. What is it about us women that drives us to pour metaphoric salt on emotional wounds like that, right?
This morning I woke up and decided that I am going to take a little hiatus just to get my head straight and get a little perspective. While I love blogging and it has saved me a million times, it is also just one more thing on my plate right now, and I just need to focus for a little while or risk sounding dark, and we all know that isn’t my preferred writing style. I figured with the frequency of my usual posting everyone would worry that I had died, so I thought I would let everyone know that I am okay, albeit a little stressed out, and I will back to my regularly scheduled some e-card loving antics soon.
Until next week or so,
I'm just living minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day.