Blah

Yesterday was one of "those days".  Very blah. 

I couldn't think so my bf kindly supplied words and phrases to help me to describe how I felt. 

 

Frazzled.

Awkward on my own two feet.

Tired.

(I just noticed that the first letter of each word reading it from top to bottom spells "fat" and I felt that way too!)

 

Weekends are my favorite part of the week.  Not just because I get somewhat of a break from the everyday routine, but also I get to spend more time with certain people <wink>....and, this might sound wierd, but I like to clean.  There is something about that fresh Pine Sol scent, the gleam of a shiny sink and pulling out a warm, crisp, load from the clothes dryer.  I am one to need to see the fruits of my labor, and cleaning does that for me.  I feel like I have accomplished something.  I feel renewed.  I feel a little happier.  It is instant gratification.  I could spend hours just organizing things (oddly enough, I'm not all that organized....which is probably why I spend hours doing so, ha!).

 

Anyway.  Just because I feel like blaming the "blah" on something, I'll say it was a side effect of daylight savings.

 

Dear Daylight Savings....i despise you.

 

I'm all for the "fall back" but "spring forward" is annoying!