Am so stressed out. The past week, well, I’m not going to lie, I just want to walk out the door and run away.

I fantasize that I get into a cab, pretend to go to work when instead I go to the airport, and fly to a warm tropical island, with a really beautiful beach, and get served apple crumble and cold lemon juice the whole week. Can anyone help me with this? Can anyone help me escape? Really, can you kidnap me?

So, yes, I fantasized all week long about the perfect getaway.

There are some days that I just do not want to deal. I just don't want to do anything or think about anything.I just don’t want to do anymore laundry, dishes, office work pretending about a variety of matters, dinner ,picking up toys,billschanging the sheets and unscrubbed toilets.

I do not want to think about the leak near the sofa, the dirty balcony from the rain and my bank balance.

Lets not even talk about the stares at work that I get for daring to leave early after I finished to squeeze some play time in with my daughter instead of just arriving to pick her up when she is about to fall asleep and is not in the best of moods..

And the worst part of the week was the big argument I had with the H on what else, FINANCIAL MATTERS. I hate having arguments about money. I detest it. So the argument not only majorly made me physically sick it is still leaving traces of anxiety and headaches in its dreadful wake.

Couple these frantic headaches with heartaches and lack of sleep due to Ayra's change in sleeping patterns - again, I swear I want to just disappear.
After hitting rock-bottom the only way you can go is up right?

Free hugs anyone?