Today has sucked mightily. Yes, it has.

Tomorrow will be better. It has to be. There’s really nowhere to go but up.

The only enjoyable moments of my day were brought to me by my silly cats and my plants.

That’s all I have to say about today.

I remind someone they need to do something. They say they will do it. I ask them a week later if they have done it, and they haven’t. Two days later, I ask them to please do the thing they need to do and remind them it really needs to be done, and they say they will.

I wake up on Monday morning, and the thing that was supposed to have been done hasn’t been done, and I am left fixing the multitude of problems not doing it has caused. Yet … again … all the time, over and over.

“I’m sorry.”

Sorries aren’t cutting it anymore. If they were actually sorry, it would have only happened once, not all the damn time.

I’d swear there are no small children in my life at all, and yet I look at the adults around me, and every last one of them, all older than myself, act exactly like small, irresponsible children. And I’m the one who’s always treated like the five-year-old? I must be one smart five-year-old, seeing as I am the one who always has to sort out the problems caused by adults not doing the things they know they have to do.

Yeah … this Monday has started off just great. Just … freaking … great.