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Some days I just feel like BLAH! I don't know how to describe it, but I know what it feels and looks like. The expression on my face in the picture above explains it a little. It's a combination of confusion, exhaustion, and frustration.

BLAH feels like a monkey has jumped on your back and you have a hard time moving through life.

BLAH looks like a pair of pajamas with rips and tears in them, barely creating any warmth for you at bedtime.

BLAH feels like leftovers...from the week before. You dare not go near a stove and hope Top Ramen will be sufficient enough.

BLAH looks like a scarf tied around your head to hide the fact that you may be related to Bozo the Clown.

BLAH feels like drum beating inside your head.

BLAH looks like an outfit consumed by wrinkles...while you're at work.

BLAH feels like a hot shower in the morning that is suppose to wake you up, but makes you want to crawl back in bed.

BLAH looks like Me. It's how I feel right now. I want to neglect all responsibility and put it on hold. But, I can't. I won't. But, I would if I had the option.

The one thing about motherhood that I am almost certain we all share is the ability to feel guilt. No matter the situation, we place so much blame on ourselves. The laundry, the dishes, the bills, the kid(s), the whatever-else-you-can-think-of.

I don't mind feeling BLAH. I just don't want it to consume every, single day.

I'm ready to kick BLAH in the butt. I am ready to say hello to AHHH!