It is what it is

I'm tired. 

I've eaten more gluten and dairy in the past week than I have in the previous six weeks.  Not feeling so great. 

It's hard to get things done when you have in-laws in your house. You're expected to spend all your free time with them; thus, reading books and watching my favorite new show (Friday Night Lights) are on the backburner.

S's mother talks a lot about nothing in particular. Tells the same story numerous times.  S's father is loud.  And they say the most inappropriate things.  I'm still reeling from the doozy of a comment from Wednesday. 

It was good to see them come visit, it will be good to see them leave. 

It is what it is.