Ever just feel cataclysmicly unwilling? To do anything? For anyone? That is my today. Last night, after a day of shopping (and I hate shopping), then becoming the stupidest woman on earth and locking my keys in the car outside of Target, then waiting for security to come break into my car, then rushing as though we were on fire to Poopie's doctors appointment, where I was, as a result of the stupidity and the rushing, not nearly as prepared as I had hoped to be to present Poopies' lack of speech as not alarming in the least, oh yeah, and also it being the first day of a particularly bountiful and painful period, and because I had to try on swimsuits in all my bloated glory, I donned myself "drunk girl" and told the Cap'n that he had to hold down the fort---business- and Poopies-wise. It was fun, shunning all responsibility and jumping around like a freak, but I maybe made too good on my moniker and woke up feeling less than sparkly. In fact, I'm totally freaking grumpy, and my ladyparts still hurt.
Adding to this is that we've had a string of bad customers, not exactly good timing as July 4th is around the corner, and at this moment I feel like each key I hand out will undoubtedly come blasting back in my face like a grenade. It's particularly upsetting because we've really been working on the place, and yet the complaints and disrespectful slobs are teeming. It's days like this that I'm not sure how long I can do this. At some point I will find it impossible to muster the motivation to go clean yet another cottage for the ingrates, it's really just a question of how far off that day is.
And that's it. You will get no silver lining from me today. I'm going to sit here on this couch and maybe watch some shitty Saturday movie on TV and see if I can track down and consume every last piece of chocolate in the house. The Cap'n is off at Lowe's and Poopies is sleeping, so I am free to wallow in my choco-grumpiness without witnesses, which is the way it should be, damnit.