Butt Today...

I feel like complete butt today. My depression has kicked in overdrive and I just feel blah. My eyelids hurt, I feel nausea, I'm exhausted and my patients is next to none. It's the weekend of course which makes it ten times worse.

My daughter wants to ask me 1.5 billion questions every 30.6 seconds on a normal day. Especially when I want to be left alone. I made the announcement this last night that I did NOT want to be woken up under and circumstances on Saturday morning. I made it to 9:30 this morning when I was awaken this morning to the ever ending questions before my pretty blue eyes were even open. It started something like this as I'm peacefully sleeping on a Saturday morning:

Her: Momma, Momma, wake up. Are you awake yet? Her: I'm hungry. Me: Give me a second to wake up. Her: No, I'm hungry now. I want something to eat now. Me: Please let me wake up (as she is prying my eyelids open). Me: (as I'm walking to the toilet) What do you want to eat? Her: Can I have Chips? Me: You can't have chips for breakfast. What else do you want? Her: Gummies? Me: No, you cannot have Gummies. Her: How bout some cookies and milk. Milk is good for you... You see folks, this started out to be something it shouldn't have been. The child is 5 years old. She's been eating breakfast every Saturday morning for the past 5 years. Not a Saturday has EVER gone by where she has not eaten breakfast. I'm standing there giving her the "GLARE" and wondering why in the hell she thinks that this particular Saturday she's going to get to eat chips or candy for breakfast. I knew right then, this was going to be a long day full of me laying around in the bed and her watching Disney Channel while eating a bowl of Cherrios.