I have decided today is slowly trying to kill me. And honestly, I’m not sure why. If you look at the list it all seems like today should be the best day ever.

• Half of our household is away for the weekend so I am only in charge of 2 children.
• It is warm. Really warm. Like 50 degrees warm. In March.
• I had a leisurely morning of getting the children off to school.
• I had an ultrasound of my heart. This is much like having an ultrasound when pregnant without the full bladder. Of course there is no cute baby parts to see but still, not a bad test to have.
• I came to work and it is quiet.
• The boss left early.
• There are brownies here.

See? Best day ever.

Except not.

• It is dark outside. So very, very dark. So dark it seems the sun has been extinguished and the end of the world is near.
• I am no closer to finding out why I’m so damn tired all the time. And the muscle fatigue? HATE. More and more each day.
• I don’t have a ton of work to do so I’m bored.
• I must lose weight so the brownies are mocking me.
• Have I mentioned I’m bored?
• I can’t exercise because of previously mentioned muscle fatigue.
• I feel like writing a real blog post and yet, nothing. I’ve got nothing but this lame ass list.

Oh boo-hoo me. I am lame. Things are good. I just need the work day to end. Right now. I have much to do outside of work and instead am sitting here trying to keep busy. All this to make the powers that be happy.

I will now stop focusing on my sad state and try to do a little design work for my new binders. That should cheer me up.