It's not even 7am and I am awake.
I got on the scale a minute ago and I am so pissed off right now I can barely see straight.
I realize it is not logical to be so pissed off. The scale will go back down soon. Like, within a day or so.
No, I'm not going to say why the scale is one pound up. I'm low-class but I'm not THAT low-class.
I had a bad dream about my husband last night and I was SO PISSED OFF I nearly woke him up to yell at him.
Thankfully, I aborted that plan.
I need to go for my walk now so I can get my exercise in before anyone else wakes up.
I don't want to go. My knees are screaming at me.
I'm going anyway. Because of that bastard scale.
Last night I cried because I feel like everything is going away from me so fast.
Like ten minutes ago? I had two babies. Today? I have two 6th graders.
It's not fair.
I can't have any more babies, and that's not fair either.
I know, I know. I already warned you, in the subject of this post, that I would be whining excessively.
If you don't like it, you probably shouldn't read my blog. Because apparently? I'm a whining bitch.
Instead of reading my blog? I suggest you read something about Hulk Hogan.
I think he, maybe, has more problems than me.