Sad Mac
I’ve been cleaning and sorting out the wreckage of the condo while watching Sex in the City in Totale. Okay so it’s only slight wreckage but it still sucks, and the place smells like old cat pee.
Now that the immediate threat and problems have past, the adrenalin has definitely gone away. Now there is a definite threat of full blown depression. At this point, I can’t help but feel betrayed and unhappy in my condo. Every wall is just another accident, another leak, another freaking problem waiting to happen. But I know that is just the depression talking, the aftermath. Over soon, hopefully.
I’d take this moment to grumble about my husband but I’m too tired at this point.
::sigh::