Over at Go Fug Yourself (a hilarious blog looking at celebrity fashion or lack thereof) when they don’t know what to say about someone’s outfit, they just say this: WORDS. Meaning: I have some, most not fit for public viewing and mostly WTF on all of it.
That’s me today: WORDS.
The drama/trauma of last week is over and things moved in my favor but I’m still bummed about how it all went down. It showed me how things get so blown out of proportion when there’s no communication from the other side except passive/aggressive bombs. I was left standing there wondering how we even got to that point. (Sigh)
As they say “Not my circus. Seriously not my monkeys.” but still, it feels yukky.
I took a wee break over the weekend and didn’t do a lot on PI stuff because I am sorta burnt out on it, to be honest. We went to visit the Cousin O’Cool and baby BillyHank (who is such a peaceful baby – I got a lot of holdings in) and then over to watch Luke’s lacrosse game. It was nice to be out in the sunshine and fresh air.
Yesterday was spent at the dog park watching the kids run around. Brogan was finally bested in speed running by a 9 month old boxer/greyhound mix who could move like the wind. Even PJ got in on some of the action. Like me, she tends toward lethargy and chubs so we try to get her outside and running as much as we can. (Me? I stay inside and not-running and you see where that gets me, amirite?)
I’m seeing that I have precious few things I do outside of that and finding that work/life balance hard. There’s always stuff to do but not much of it brings me joy. I think I’m just in a sludge pile of some sort perhaps as fallout from last week’s shenanigans.
So, words, y’all. Just words.