Read the title with a super sad face and an exaggerated tone.  That is how I feel right now.  And of course, right now I have a million other things I need to do, but I don’t have the energy for any of it.

I have tons of pictures from the walk at the zoo last weekend, but that is going to have to wait because I don’t have the strength to pull the pictures of the camera.  I promise there are some great ones and they are coming.  Later.

Oh and big announcement… We sold our house!!  Last weekend.  In the midst of my whole family being in town.  It was crazy, but we did it.  Now we have to find a new house.  Something that requires energy to do.  Crap.

Yesterday, I thought my checkbook had been stolen by someone who walked through our house.  I had a random check come out of my account and when I called the bank to inquire about it, they told me it was my check made out to cash and signed by me.  When did I start writing rouge checks in my sleep?  Then when the bank started reading me the name on the check, it contained none of the letters in my name.  What?  Pretty sure that is not my signature.  So I had to take off work and drive to the bank, only to find out it was a bank error.  First of all, the check should have never cleared my account.  It was another bank member’s temporary check with the wrong account number (my account number).  Second, the person I spoke to on the phone should have caught this and never told me to come fill out a fraud report and then a police report!  I was panicking and my realtor was even pulling the names of people who had been to our house.  All that worry for nothing.

After that mess I decided the day was a wash and the sore throat I was ignoring was really starting to get to me so I went home and took a nap.  B came home and I briefly woke up to eat.  I went back to sleep around 6 p.m. and woke up around 8:30 p.m.  I managed to stay awake until 10 p.m., but then I crashed for the night.  I even slept in a little this morning, waking up at 7:30 a.m.  You would think I was well rested and feeling better.  Nope, I feel worse.  I can barely talk my throat hurts so bad.  What sucks is I can’t take off any work because I have very little leave time left.  What I do have left I need to stock pile for house hunting and moving day!  Come June we have no where to live.  Yikes!

So that is my horrible week in a nut shell.  I left out how busy work is right now, and my May 2 deadline for five feature stories is looming over my head, and the house is a wreck from the weekend, but I don’t have the energy to start the 25 loads of laundry that appeared in two days.  I want my mommy.  And a blanket.  Wah!