Until I get out of bed…
Maybe it’s a little post-wedding blues. Maybe it’s the changing of seasons. Or maybe just maybe it’s intuition being a bitch. I can feel when my days are going to be crappy. It’s my gift and my curse. The days when Hubs moved the soap so far away that I can’t reach it from the bath or when he used the last of the loo paper without replacing the roll, I just know deep in my gut that I should go straight back to bed.
But I don’t. I trudge on. Trudging means hope. Hope that tomorrow will be smoother. Hope that in a few weeks I will catch a breath. Hope that in the end things will get better. I will be okay.
That’s what I choose to believe anyway.
Maybe if I believe in unicorns strong enough too they might just collect me to take me on a magical ride…
*sigh* ...Magical ride...
Although, in actual fact, I hate horses. And that picture completely freaks me the heck out. So nevermind. I'll deal very happily with the misplaced soap and lack of loo paper thank you very much!
3 comments:
I think unicorns would freak me out too.
:)
Unicorns can be handy tools. It could move the soap or toilet rolls with its horn.
Unicorns scare the crap out of me!
And as for the soap being too far, maybe your hubs just doesn't like to drop the soap while in the shower, so he places it at a position best suitable for him to reach? LOL Happy Monday (Tuesday)
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