Why I'd rather poke myself in the eye with spoon repeatedly..

I don't do mornings. I HATE mornings. There is nothing good about them. Ok, ok.maybe being woken up by Jake Gyllenhaal, just MIGHT make it barable..but that's not whats happening here. (click on Jake's name to see what I mean)

I left my husband 5 weeks ago. I needed space, time, away from all the madness. However, it left me only one place to go...HOME. Most people, probably understand that moving back in with mom and dad at 26, is like self induced torture.

Not only do we not agree on religion, they're Mormons, I'M NOT. We don't agree on politics, they're Republicans, I'M NOT. They think coffee is as bad for you as heroin, I THINK IT'S MORE ADDICTING AND I LOVE IT! They're insanely OCD and obsessed with constantly working. They've done more by 9am than I usually do all day. I know this isn't a good reflection of my lazy ass..but still.

I kid you not, I woke up this morning and said "mom, I'm really not feeling good I have um..the runs" she didnt skip a beat and said "I'm sorry, will you do up the dishes while I make breakfast??"

I'll admit I got snippy his morning and said " do you EVER have a day where you aren't busy all day? Don't you EVER relax??" she didn't even have an answer.

So Happy Labor Day to you all..while you're enjoyin bbq's and beer, I'll be making jam, doing yardwork in the damn rain, and tryin to act grateful for the place to live