Sounds like a post about laundry, huh?
Despite the fact that I have been doing laundry all week, it isn't! By the way, doing laundry is neither soothing nor relaxing for me. I hate it. But it is triple-y worse when your 11-yr-old dryer takes 2 to 3 tries to dry a load. It becomes a looooong, stretched out process. I wish I had laundry fairies. But alas! No laundry fairies in this house but me!
Nope. The title of this post refers to my day. At 10:21am, I concede defeat. This day and this week have overwhelmed me. Not at all the way I saw this week going, but it did.
Next week's mission: to find joy in life no matter what, or who, happens.