Maybe there's a shark in the water

Last week was sorely difficult.

I feel tired.

I feel emotional.

I feel ornery.

I feel crazy.

I feel slighted.

I feel depressed.

I feel fat.

I feel tired. {yes, I already mentioned that; but seeing that it is quite to the extreme I deemed it worthy of a second mentioning}

I feel moody.

I feel lonely.

I feel sad.

Please don't send the crazy squad to retrieve me just yet. I didn't expect to have these feelings so strongly with family around. But it seems that even they can't keep the "shark" away.  This is all to be expected and shall pass soon enough.

I just thought I would mention that in addition to my stressful life this little boy can now escape from his crib in 0.2 seconds flat:

*this picture could not be more ironically perfect for this post*

{picture taken by Shelli Cluff at the Thanksgiving Point Dinosaur Museum}

This is exactly the look he has on his face as he's connivingly swooping out of his bed. 

The shark is symbolic in so many ways. 

Mainly 

A: That is me; waiting in the background to throw him back in his crib. 

{yes, my teeth and posture also resemble the resin shark in this given situation}

&

B: This could be the imaginary shark that has so uninvitedly tortured me all week long. 

YES, there are two words I made up in this post. 

Sue me. 

{I've got a good lawyer}