Ruts are for losers

...and I'm a big L-7 weenie.

I don't know what's wrong with me. The sun is shining, birds are singing and all I want to do is nothing. I'm depressed. Blah.

My hubby is a security officer at the nuclear power plant in Plymouth (as is the "Rock") and they are having there annual outage. I'm not too sure what all that entails, but I do know that it means him working 6 12hr. days a week. Double blah. His one day off is now spent sleeping and working on installing new windows, one by one, himself. I also know that this now means I have to work (from home, but it's still WORK and I'm swamped right now), take care of my little wen, laundry, cook, dishes, work on invites/decorations/favors for his 1st birthday, try to get our house in non-renovation order in time for PEOPLE to see it (argh!) and clean. Not to mention, there's no going out that one night a week where we'd do date night.

Needless to say, I'm not handling it like a trooper.

I want to crawl up in a ball and pound my fists.

Or maybe just sleep.cry.sleep.cry.

I'm in a rut. The worst part is I'm taking it out on my hubby and I know it's not his fault. He's working. I mean, he's not boozing it up or playing with his friends all day...err, night. (did I mention he works graveyard shift? triple blah) But he's not being compassionate either. All I want is, well I don't know exactly what I want, but I want him to figure it out and do it.

I want to get out of this rut because I'm not a rut type-a gal. I'm constantly trying to lose weight (who isn't?) and I know what I need to do, but when I get depressed, all I want to do is eat.crap. We bought a Total Gym (Chuck Norris made me do it) and it's sitting in our bedroom. in pieces. and it has been for a week. Not helping matters any. Now that the weather has perked up, I've been trying to get Wen out of the house and go for walks on our beautiful street. EVERYONE goes for walks on our beautiful street. You always know the weathers good because you'll see a day-long parade of folks/dogs/kids on bikes/wagons trekking along. I love it. Maybe that will get me de-rutted.

I'm off to McDonalds...I'll drown my sorrow in fries and diet coke.