It’s A Beautiful Day

Well it’s 3 minutes until 8 am and I don’t want to get up because I’m not feeling good but I have to because my daughter has school. I’m going to try to make the best of it and put some coffee on and hope that helps.

On a good note it stopped raining and there’s no more rain in the forecast but it is still cloudy but the sun is supposed to come out in a couple of days.

I’m also feeling better now that I’m up and moving around. It’s 9:28 am and the sun is out!

It looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day.

But now I’m going to finish watching Clown. It’s pretty good so far. It’s on Netflix with which I have become obsessed with lol. The only problem with this movie is that the woman is out running around chasing her husband instead of taking care of her kid. That makes me so angry.

Oh I forgot, it turns out that my daughter is sick too so I got to watch tv as I mentioned earlier. I think she just doesn’t want to be bothered with school though because she’s acting fine now but I don’t know. I’m not in her body.

I got through watching Clown and it wasn’t good. The woman in it was just too stupid. I started watching Orange is the New black and it’s good. The first two episodes made me want to cry though.

Then my kid’s dad came home and we got into an argument and that was that. Night ruined so I’m signing off.

Good night


My Dreary Day

Well today has been dreary because it rained all day. But me and the kids had a good day, very uneventful thank goodness.

They also haven’t asked about their dad all day which I absolutely love because it gets annoying especially when my son wants me to call him and make sure he’s okay.

I just tell him he’s fine and we don’t need to call him.

We have several doctor’s appointments next week most of which are mine that I’m hoping I won’t chicken out of. I seriously need to get to my appointments because of this lump on my stomach, I need refills on my medicine and the breakouts I’m having which I can’t explain. It’s just horrible.

I also have to start going to the kid’s appointments because their dad can’t seem to remember what the doctor says which is not good for me because I never get alone time to recharge my batteries which anyone who has read my blog before knows I need because I’m very introverted.

I never have the energy for anything anymore because I’m always with at least one person every single day and it’s getting old real quick.

But try to tell their extrovert dad that. He has no idea what I’m talking about and doesn’t care because he always has an excuse as to why he can’t take the kids with him.

I am so over this married life. All I want is to be left alone for about 20 years or better yet the rest of my life.

So please send me some good vibes for tonight and next week.


What Am I Allergic To Now?

What Am I Allergic To Now?

Ever since I was a little girl my mom said I had to be careful because I was allergic to everything, but the only thing I remember getting into that made me break out in hives was poison oak or poison ivy.

Now that I’m grown though I have had some bad reactions to either food or medication. The worst one I had was to medication. I broke out in hives everywhere with a fever and it took several days of medication to get rid of it.

The other two I still don’t know what I got into but I broke out in hives again.

Now I have had another allergic reaction to something. The only thing I remember doing different is I took some Tylenol because I wasn’t feeling good. I have big whelps on my back and smaller ones on my arms.

The whelps on my arm.

If I could get a picture of my back I would show that because they are big and itch the worst.

My husband gave me some Benadryl but it makes me feel weird and is causing me to zone out. It helps a lot with the itching but I don’t like the way it makes me feel so I hope I don’t have to keep taking it, but I may not have a choice because I am not going to the doctor.

Well I hope this is over soon.

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Mary Owens