Pity Party for One

I haven't posted in the last few days because I feel like a mental bag of poo!

Sure on the outside I am staying positive and happy, but as soon as I get home at night I can't do it any more. I am a whiny suck as soon as I take off my jacket.

My poor Hubby has taken the brunt of this, he has a name for sucky people and that is Muffins. You know, as in "Ah, what's the matter muffin, did they run out of your favorite donut at Tim Horton's" So I have been annoying him to no end I am sure with my constant need for love and attention. I am sure he is going to be excited to get back to the fine citizens of Peel with all their gunshots and stab wounds then to listen to my drivel.

I was suppose to be taking a Fertility Yoga Class starting tomorrow night, but they called today and decided to postpone it until the end of March, which I am hoping will do me no good by that point. So there was one thing I was looking forward to gone.....

I have no idea why I am feeling this way, I just feel like the world is against me.

Pity party for one??