Today, it started snowing. The weather has left a cool chill in my bones. If it were up to me, I would snuggle up with a cup of hot chocolate, and forget the weather altogether.
Unfortunately, that's not in my cards.
This single gal is being guilted to put on a swimsuit, and take her son to an indoor water park.
Who would do such a horrible nasty thing to me? My mother. I'm not happy about this...so much so that I've started having mini anxiety attacks this afternoon. The nasty floors, the thought of exposing my out of shape body in public..it all makes me quiver.
It's not that I can't stand up to her and say no... I just can't handle the thought of being on her bad side. She's all I really have to confide in. I wish all of my eggs were in more than one basket.
The kicker? She's coming with to this demon water park...but she's not getting in the water. Grr.
So much for not shaving until I find a guy worth shaving for...
After many tears, shaved legs (and other unmentionable areas), I went...splashed...enjoyed the laughter of my son and my niece. Yes, you read that right...I enjoyed myself. It wasn't as overwhelming as I thought it was going to be.
It's just been one of those lonely days where I would've rather spent my time cooped up in my cave than face the public. The PMS monster was screaming in my brain to stay home....I felt fat, lonely, unwanted, like used-goods, unloved...and the list goes on.
I was missing a particular person from my past (who I know is poison for me...but that's another story for another time, I promise.)