Loserville the Stop Before Crazy Town

Well, I have reached the weekly finish line...IT'S FRIDAY!!!! And for the record I am friggin' exhausted. In fact it's about 7:15 and I'm thinking jammies and my bed are looking pretty darn awesome right now. In my twisted mind I am trying to spin going to bed early as a good thing because we have quite the laundry list of housework planned. I could almost swear that my bedroom is starting to smell like the boys floor of the dorm. Now I have no idea where the smell is coming from but it can go now thank you very much.

So I lost my tiny mind BIG TIME!! Most likely will require ACTUAL therapy and I completely blame Simon. It all started yesterday when I got home from work. I had just gone to the grocery store and was laden down with bags. I bee lined to the kitchen to put them down when I discovered our backdoor was open. I was FURIOUS! I grabbed the phone prepared to call Simon at work and tell him the precious television and surround system had been stolen. I heard a noise but just thought it was our neighbor working on his yard. Then I suddenly saw a shadow coming from the guest bedrooms.

I lost my shit. I ran with the cat to the bedroom and locked myself in. I called Simon and he refused to come home. He told me that he didn't leave the door open but if anyone was in our house that they would have killed me by now. Fabulous! Let me just jot that down and send it in to Hallmark or perhaps write it in next year's anniversary card. I was crying by that point and I seriously didn't know what to do.

Now here is the truly insane part. I haven't vacuumed in a over a week. So I really didn't want to call the police. News headline at 6 reads woman found dead in her bedroom and the carpets weren't vacuumed. I didn't know who I could call to come and save me since my husband wouldn't. I called Simon back but he suggested I go get our neighbor. Yeah he can't see the unvacuumed house either. Simon found this wildly amusing regardless of his sobbing wife. I convinced him to call his dad to come over and check.

I spent next 15 minutes hiding under the covers with the cat and scissors. Simon's dad came to my rescue me by checking all the rooms and closets for me. Of course he found nothing but I prefer to be safer than dead in this case.

Well, it's about time to go shoot up. I have my first monitoring appointment on Monday. I am very worried that my ovaries aren't coming to the party.