Sigh

I'm off. I don't know why. The day wasn't bad, pretty calm considering yesterday. My wrist is still swollen, but I can move it and actually did some pushups tonight. I should be good to go for class tomorrow.

I'm really tired. So I should be sleeping. The kids are out, Franklin is still not home from practice. Alexander is sick with the stomach flu and thinks he has a stomach tumor. And people call me a drama queen? I know it's just something viral but I'll call his doctor tomorrow. Just to make sure nothing ruptures. Good grief.

I'm hungry. Was craving cereal and milk for some weird reason and fought it and went to bed instead. Sigh. I wish I knew what was going on.

My head hurts. But I don't want to take Advil since I just popped Benadryl for my wrist.

I guess I just need to bitch a bit. Which is stupid because I'm pretty damned fortunate and have no business bitching about anything. I don't even really have anything worth bitching about. I guess it's just one of those stupid moods that women get into.

So I better just go to bed. And complain all I want in my dream and cherish the thought that I only have to work tomorrow and have a three day weekend.

Sigh.