Immature and Rebellious

It's been a weird week. I'm so emotionally up and down it's fucking crazy. I just feel like doing something that would be totally unexpected and removed from my normal behavior. I don't know - like get a tattoo, shave my hair off, buy a Harley, or run off with my kids to Hawaii and let the school fend for itself.

I'm tired of worrying about fucking money, running the fucking school, cleaning the fucking house, organizing my fucking brief case, and paying the fucking bills. I look at my kids and think "I want to be you." I'm also tired of avoiding all these things because I prefer to be organized and productive. I feel overwhelmed. When I try to make time for myself I feel bored and listless.

Then I think about those people who really have it rough. Dealing with illness, death of a family member or are out on the street. Really what do I have to be complaining about. Hell, what are you supposed to do? Pretend or sweep your feelings under the rug because there's always people that are way worse off than you?

I'd love to get laid. Nothing like some hot, screaming sex to change one's mood. Barring that, probably the best thing is to get on your blog, get it off your chest, and move on. Guess that's what I'll do.