I can’t even begin to describe my day. Seriously. It was one of those days where you just want to crawl into a corner, fold yourself up in the fetal position, and pretend it never happened. It involved “critters” (numerous critters) with more than 2 legs which means I want nothing to do with them, forgetfulness, toilet paper, the IRS, laundry that HAD to been done due to the aforementioned critters, zoo preparation, PMS/hormone-related issues, hideous actions from a member of my family that I'm sick and tired of hearing about, and lots of lots and lots of yelling on my part (due to all of the previous things I mentioned). I hated myself today, that’s how bitchy and annoyed and stressed and positively evil I was. My poor, poor family.
And with that, I’m off to bed. I have to deal with 17 family members in 95-degree heat at a zoo tomorrow that’s 90 minutes away. God. Help. Me.