It only takes one little remark that sends me back to that other little remark, and the one before that... then I'm back to those old thoughts that I want so much to be done with.
I feel so Blech.
Which oddly looks a lot like Bleach.
Maybe I'll try to re-purpose some of this yucky feeling into a positively productive evening.
Is it wrong to put your kids to bed early on a Friday night so that you can have some cleaning therapy? Is that selfish? They seem tired to me.