It's been a week of being all sober and shit and eating pretty healthy and shit and exercising and shit and I feel like...shit.
I can barely walk, my hips feel like they're made of splintery boards, my energy is at a level where the idea of walking as far as the post office seems completely impossible, my brain feels foggy again, and I sort of just want to cry.
I shouldn't complain but goddammit, if I can be vocally grateful on the days when I feel good, shouldn't it be all right to bitch when I don't? Frankly, I don't care if it's all right. I'm just going to do it.
I've got to just pull it together here because the boys are having their first duo sleep-over with MerMer and Bop tonight. Lily and Jason haven't had a night to themselves since 2011 and that's just wrong.
I will pull it together. I always do.
In the meantime, there may be some Bravo TV watching going on around here.
Happy Friday, y'all.
Love...Ms. Moon, The Old and Crippled