Well, here I am, another Monday morning at work, completely exhausted. I wanted to get yard work, cleaning up the sheds, getting summer equipment ready and hiding winter equipment at the back and grocery shopping done this weekend. All I managed to get done was the groceries.
My hubby wanted to go to his friends' home on Saturday evening. He of course badgered me into going, I don't really like going to his friends homes because they are not the cleanest of people, their homes smell, they have campfires and enjoy drinking to excess. I was hoping to only be gone a couple of hours well 2 turned into 5.5 and with the campfire smoke and all the booze flowing, I had a killer headache by the time we left. Not my idea of a good time.
Now I am roped into going to the campground on the May long weekend to enjoy a fun filled day of camp smoke, free flowing booze, obnoxious drunks, a terribly long, boring drive, bugs etc. just to keep my hubby happy. Yay, I could get a million other things done but no, gotta go and suffer the back pain, headaches and sobriety that no-one else there seems to suffer from.
Yes, my hubby knows the "camp" thing is not my forte, and that I only do these things for him, but geez, sometimes, I could be left at home to my own devices or to sleep while he takes the kids (big deal they are all teenagers/adults now). He never goes to my dad's home and if he does, he sits out in the vehicle and makes me uncomfortable thinking about him sitting out there.
Aargh, just one of those days when I just feel like giving up on the whole lot, sore back, sore joints, sore muscles, headache, pain from head to toe, stressed to the nth degree blah, blah, blah. I missed going to see my doctor on Saturday to go out with Hubby now I have to leave work early today to see my doctor.