Has no one told you she's not breathing?

After an awful week in which I basically spent nearly the entire day, every day, in bed I have decided to scrape myself off the pavement and keep on keeping on. 

Shit just likes to hit the fan all at once I suppose. Isn't that just the way it goes? 

I'm tired of my bf acting so weird and basically not talking to me. I'm tired of my mom's snide remarks. I'm tired of my STBX trying to make my life a living hell and I'm so sick and tired of this awful bedtime routine in which my kids insist of making my evening hell until about 10pm. Can you see why I crawled in to bed and only got out when absolutely needed??

Here's hoping I actually stay out of bed tomorrow and don't opt to sleep my day away again!

Oh and some youtube abuse. The song that the title of this post came from.