"You know those days when you get the mean reds?"
Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffany's talks about the mean reads being much worse then the blues, and while I think that's a little melodramatic for my situation I thought I'd put it in because I didn't want to use the same title twice, but I do want to talk about my problem that has no name/housewife blues... in reference to an earlier post, I just want to say that I washed a LOT of dishes yesterday, and did not feel particularly fulfilled or womanly.
However, something that did make me feel thus was making an omlette for breakfast using fresh rosemary and chives from the window sill.
Another postscript - the voting forms got filled out. It seems one boy responds to nagging, and the other to peer pressure.