Guilty Pleasures

Guilty pleasures or just self-sabotage?

I am really going insane – it seems I cannot stop eating Cheetos and drinking Rockstars. Every day I swear “NO I AM NOT GOING TO!”

Yet here I am another day indulging in my new guilty pleasures. Worse yet empty calories, plus I cannot afford the consequences of this choice.

I am already so stressed it seems this is what I am driven to. Junk food and casino games, yes you heard it those stupid little games on your phone I just get lost in them.

Talk about unproductive – I have zillions of things to do on top of taking care of my husband. I just don’t have the desire to do anything else.

That is why last night when I answered the door with frizzled hair-like strands of spaghetti, my house a total disaster I didn’t care until I saw my husband’s son and daughter the son whom we have not seen for six months. Yes the snobby son who likes the finer things in life…

Why do people not understand, PLEASE CALL before coming – at least I can start throwing things into the bedroom or something?…

Yes, that is right – things are that pathetic and out of control right now…