if you don't have anything nice to say...

I should have something to say. Yet, I don't. I'm cranky. My house is on the market with no lookers. My children watch TV all day and i can't cook the foods I love because i can't make the house smell like anything but vanilla. All assuming that someone at some point will want to see the house at a moment's notice. I yell a lot. I cry a lot. I drop into bed exhausted and can't sleep. Good times. Good times. I'm sure you wish I would write more, dontcha?