The One About Inori

I spend the last few hours of 2007 in a bleedy bad mood.

Threw out my back carrying a bucket of water to wash the dogs’ room.

Sunshine cried for God-knows-how-long when I did the cleaning and bathing of the animals.

And she refused to sleep so the contents of the dogs’ room are still strewn all over the passageway in my house.

Have you ever thought that you are not the only one who is tired?Â

Sometimes I just wish I can dump everything here and go to the end of the world to sit and knit. Alone. By myself. Without all of you.

I know I’m just ranting angrily. It may be a sign of PMS. I do know I should count my blessings. Hey, how often do I get angry?

I reconsider having more kids.

I can’t seem to do anything else.

I’m so angry now that my insides are just reaching boiling point.

I can’t even carry Sunshine much now, can’t put her down in the cot/ stroller without muttering curse words under my breath.

I probably deserve the backache ‘coz I didn’t carry the bucket of water the correct way anyway.

So whatsofuckingever.

There, I cursed.

Happy?