Today, I Feel Like a Hoodlum

I'm not complaining, really.  Life is good, but its been a stressful/fun/tiring/sad week/weekend.  We are at home today.  Yep, skipped church.  I am tired.  T-I-R-E-D.  After a trip to the pumpkin patch, learning about the death of my uncle, running around like a chicken, getting Mills where he should be, a visitation, funeral, a birthday party, and being up 5 times with Mills last night, I don't know my head from my back-side.  I hate skipping church.  Really, I do.  I feel like a hoodlum.  A complete hoodlum.  No example whatsoever.  Is that allowed sometimes?  Embarrassingly enough, I even went to the grocery store this morning, with old jeans, no make-up, a messy ponytail, and puffy, dark-circled eyes, because we were out of our daily staples.  To top things off, its the end of the weekend and even the job that I love, will be staring me in the face in the morning.  Can I have about 3 days to do nothing, but nothing?