I do not love that it’s Thursday and I’m madly scrambling about doing the things I should have done Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.
I do not love that my Natural Match Medium Brown 5N did not match what was on my head and really came out more of a darker brown than medium.
I do not love that it was …count ’em…19 degrees outside when, sweaterless, I dropped the boys off in carpool.
I do not love Michael Phelps right now. Can I say I’m very disappointed? I realize he’s young and all, but, really….
I do not love that the car I cleaned out and vacuumed, and Oxi-cleaned three days ago is filled with white styrofoam beads from the hacky-sack that got destroyed last night in the 5 minute drive home from the restaurant.
I do not love that I lost my debit card and I cannot find it anywhere and we had to cancel it last night and I have to go the next 5-7 business days to get a replacement.
I do not love vacationing in a country where I know people live in abject poverty about 15 minutes past the gates of the resort where I will be staying. It makes my stomach hurt.
I do not love disappointing my husband who really wants to go on this vacation with me and only me, so I will go. And will tip extra. And buy lots of souveniers to help the local economy. And ask God to give me a chance to show His love towards someone there.
I do not love feeling this gloomy about leaving my boys, especially my differently abled little one who has a little thing about being away from his Mom who is his best friend. Or maybe it’s me that has the little thing. Okay, it’s a big thing and it’s tearing me up inside.
I do not love spilling tears across my freshly applied mascara.
I do not love having such a depressing blog entry.