I am afraid to even think about doing anything I'd like to do, because it seems like any time I do something that makes me feel good, I have to pay for it by something bad happening.
For instance, last night I went ahead and watched a movie that I really wanted to watch, since it was due back at the library today. My husband wasn't super-enthused but I went ahead and watched it anyway.
Then this morning started off by our 3-yr-old son waking up at 4 a.m. in full wild-child mode, managing to pull the doorknob covers off the closet doors, finding and breaking Christmas ornaments, etc.. Hubby woke up at 3 a. m. and his cold was worse, so he was grouchy. Son decided to take a bath and used up all the hot water and spilled my half-full bottle of shampoo, so I was late to work and couldn't wash my hair. And it's my birthday. whee.
I know in my head that it's irrational to blame the horrendous morning on having enjoyed something the day before, but I still feel like I'm being punished for not just forgetting about the movie and just doing the usual nothing that husband wants to do.
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"Lonely is as lonely does.
Lonely is an eyesore."