Grumpy

I'm grumpy today (what's new?). I really have nothing to say so I don't know why I try blogging anyway. I'm not nearly as creative and clever as I wish I were. Or the social butterfly I wanted to be. Work and cleaning. That's all there is at the moment.

I love my better half and our kids, but I hate housework so really I'm useless. I can cook, but it just makes me fat. Even the dog is whinging at me.

I hate living in this small 3 bed semi-detached house that has been home to me for the last 9 years. Did I really sign up for this? (But then again, I'm thankful that it's warm and I'm not on the streets). It's not that I wanted to live in a mansion. I just want more room about me without the neighbors sharing walls with me. Not that they have every done anything to be other than be perfectly neighborly.

I want to be a hermit in the woods where I own all of the trees for miles around so I don't have to worry about them being chopped down.

I want to be a long haul trucker on the road again.