Just One Day

Of somewhat normalcy is all I ask.  No hassles, no problems, tantrums, bickering,  issues, injuries.....   I think you all can see where I'm going with this.  Right down to the damn weather.  Why oh why could it not be as predicted today, or even close.  Sunny with a high of close to 50 degrees is a far cry from cloudy, dreary and barely in the mid thirties.  It sucks out and Big Boy is about to lose his ever loving mind.

As you can see, life at the beach has been far from a vacation lately.  Compliment of the federal government dragging their feet on the tax breaks, we are now *ever so patiently* waiting for the IRS to approve our itemized tax return so we can pay some bills around here.   I know everyone thinks the middle class has money coming out of their ears but since everyone under the sun has their hand in my damn pocket looking for something, let me let you in on a little secret....WE DON'T!!!   Shame on the government for delaying our refunds.  People bank on that money to get them off to a good start in the new year.  Most homeowners and property taxes and insurance premiums are do, let alone coming off from the holidays and this is the thanks we get for carrying everyone else's weight?  Thanks.

The stress has been a real bitch and I think I'm going to lose it soon.  I keep telling myself It's going to be alright, but I'm just not so sure anymore.  Here I sit, pissing my Sunday away when I should be cleaning or doing something at least somewhat productive and guess what, this is what depression does to you.  I've lost any desire to be social and it keeps getting worse.

Pity Party Over.