Things I have to accept this week

My hair is going to be a disaster. It will be big, unruly and ugly.

I will not wake up before noon. It’s the rain and my inability to get to bed before 4am.

I’m going to have to put my cutting back coffee initiative on the back burner.

My To Do list (no matter how pretty I make it) will not get done in a timely manner.

I am going to be anti social.

I am sad. Not depressed, not angry, just sad. And it’s ok to be sad sometimes.

I am single again. Again, always…

I’m a fatty (gimme some cheesecake!)

The trash will not take its self out, the laundry will not magically become clean.

It’s going to rain for approximately 800 days.

I would rather read than have thoughts. So reading one trashy book a day is acceptable.

I may not be able to accept anything.