Can’t Catch A Break

I cannot express enough how much I absolutely despise the weather in Texas. Seriously, it’s like living in a goddamn meteorological rollercoaster, except there’s no fun and definitely no cotton candy at the end. One day it’s 90 degrees and I’m sweating like a sinner in church, and the next day it’s dropping to 50 and I’m digging through my closet for a coat I haven’t worn since last winter. It’s like Mother Nature is on some bipolar bender, flipping the weather switch just to mess with us for her own twisted amusement.

And of course, my sinuses are having a field day with this crap. Thanks to the ever-changing weather, my allergies are in overdrive. I get sinus infections like they’re going out of style. It’s like my body has a vendetta against me or something. And, surprise surprise, I’m sick right now. Three days of feeling like utter garbage—congested, running a fever, chills, body aches, the whole miserable package. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck and then backed over just for good measure.

Let me tell you, it’s a blast trying to manage all this while wrangling three kids. Keeping my distance from them so they don’t catch whatever plague I’ve got is like trying to herd cats. I can’t even afford to be sick! Every day there’s a mountain of things to do, and here I am, dragging myself around like an extra from The Walking Dead. It’s exhausting. Like, can I catch a break, please? Oh wait, this is Texas. Breaks in the weather? Nah, we don’t do that here.

So here’s to you, Texas weather, you sadistic bastard. Thanks for nothing. If you could maybe get your act together and stop being so damn unpredictable, that’d be great. In the meantime, I’ll just be over here, drowning in snot, trying to survive while feeling like absolute ass. Cheers.