unhappy apple

Sarah had a toy when she was little that we called "the happy apple". The girls play with it now. It's weighted at the bottom, has a sweet face painted on it, and has a bell that rings inside it when you rock it.
The happy apple makes me smile to this day, but it is not useful in describing the past week. This week, I need something else to convey my mood.

the unhappy apple

I have no idea what my major malfunction is, but I have done absolutely nothing all week in the form of productivity to make my household functional or pleasant. Yes, I have done a few dishes, and since Cole is potty training, obviously I've done at least one load of laundry. I'm not a sicko. But other than that, blech.

And for the record, I did not physically harm this innocent apple in any way. It must have absorbed all my bad mojo and manifested itself into a harbinger of doom.

Happy Friday, everyone! (insert sarcastic smiling emoticon here)