That's my right foot, stomping. I'm having a tantrum.
Why? Because, that's why.
You ever have days where you feel like you're twelve again (or somewhere in that pubescent range)? I am SO there today.
I won't go into too much detail, but I'm having major anxiety over an event that is going down this weekend. One that almost all of my friends are invited to and I'm not. In reality, it's not a big deal. Like, really, no big thing at all. But today, I am totally regressing. I'm the girl who nobody is asking to dance.
I feel like I want to crawl under the covers and listen to 'More Than Words' on repeat. Eat a cheesecake. Call up a friend and gossip and pretend like we don't care that we were LEFT OUT.
The only thing that's helped today is playing with G. He always makes me feel better. He's my drug.
And after he goes to bed, I'm getting down with the whine ... I mean wine.