My Single Mom Life

I will try to go to bed at a decent hour tonight.
I will try to go to bed at a decent hour tonight.
I will try to go to bed at a decent hour tonight.
Ha, who am I kidding?
A decent hour is whenever I fall asleep. No sense in fighting this anymore, it just ain't happening.

Mark is playing GoW, Sebastian is playing Runescape, the cats are all staring at me rather creepily.
If there's some kind of bug crawling around on my hair or chair, it is their duty as hunters to catch it and kill it.
Immediately.
This staring stuff is a big no no.

It's a very quiet night here, nothing much at all happening, no news to report, no gossip to blab, no secrets to tell.
*sigh*
I wish my life were more exciting than all this.
No regrets, but the monotony of it all is starting to really get to me.
I need this shoulder pain to go away and never come back.
I informed the teens this evening of their newest all the time chore, until my shoulder stops behaving so badly, dishes.
It was met with an ok, but I know they hate it.
Hell, I hate it.
It seems like I lose a little bit more of my abilities every day to do even simple basic stuff.
That's depressing folks.
Not depressing enough to the point where I'm gonna tell the PMD and take him up on his offer of visiting with a "counselor", and being prescribed an antidepressant.
No thanks.
Been there, done that, have the t-shirt.
There's nothing wrong with that, but it's not for me.
The couple of times I was on them, they made me weird.
Yes, weirder than I already am.
Think I don't sleep now? Give me some zoloft or prozac, and watch me stay awake for a solid week on end and prancing around the house singing at full on volume.
If I did that now, I'd end up hurting another body part.

Ok, I guess it's time to find some sort of something to do.
Later days.