Last night didn't go very well. I managed to stay awake until bedtime, but I became very irritable. I threw one of my son's toy guns across the room. Then later I threw another one across the room and into the wall and broke it. I felt so bad, as he just bought it with his birthday money and has only had it 2 week or so. I guess I owe him one. In all fairness, he'd shot me in the face with a nerf dart. Then he joked our house needed padded walls because of all the s*** I throw and because I bang my head on walls. Maybe he's right...I feel awful. His crazy ***** mom...

This morning I had a good conversation on the phone with my mom. Now I am feeling obligated as always to clean, but I have no motivation to do much of it.