Just woke up a few minutes ago, and I feel like a zombie....I hate when that happens. I wish, for once, I could just wake up, stretch my arms, yawn, smack my lips with a smile and feel refreshed and ready to tackle the day.

Nope. Not me. Dragging my arse to the bathroom was a chore.

My daughter is peeved at me because I am not going to pick her up from my sister's later tonight. My mom is there and will be bringing her home later this afternoon. It doesn't make any sense for me to drive all the way there and back when my mom is already there, lives a mile from me and can bring her home. I'm not giving in. No way, no how.

I need to try to get the energy to mow my front and back lawn today. I try to look at it as good exercise, and since it's not scorching hot out, not an uncomfortable task. But with how achy and zombie-ish I feel at the moment, it doesn't seem appealing. I'll be happy when it's done.