Yesterday I casually mentioned that, since every other day of the week has a theme in the blogging world, there should be a Moaning Monday. You know, a day to get the angst out. Of course this is the embellished version of what I actually said, but that's what I meant.
I actually Googled the term to see if there was a Moaning Monday already in place, a bandwagon I could hop on, and determined 1) there does not seem to be an "official" one in the blogging world and 2) the Online version of the Cleveland Plain Dealer actually has a feature called Monday Moaning. But that doesn't really help me. And then my misery caught up with me and I decided that I couldn't wait until Monday to say this:
I try to keep this blog pretty positive. I grumble occasionally, and definitely bemoan the aging of my children, but I don't fuss too much about things. Even though I am by nature a venter, I don't really use this for that. It's a happy mommy blog/journal and I like it that way.
But lately work has been killing me. I'm underwater without scuba gear so to speak. Sinking slowly to the bottom and can't get my weight belt unbuckled. A few more things that would tie in with the metaphor if I had enough brain cells left to think of them. So I'm feeling the stress and I feel like sharing it. So, yeah.