I wish I had something great to say. But I don't. I wish I had some sort of Revelation, but I don't. I wish, I had some funny story to share, but I don't.
The honest truth, is that I have had a bit of a rough week. The honest truth is that, I had to hunker down, and cry for a while.
The good news is that, hunkering down, and crying for a while...is ok. As long as you don't live there. I am so trying not to live there.
I need to go home. I don't want to. I need to go give my mom a break. I talked to her on the phone the other day, she sounded so tired. Going home, means I have to accept my dad's Alzheimer's. I have accepted it...I just can't handle it.
It has been such a stressful week, and it is only Thursday. I have a sick cat....that I have to take back to the vet today.I had to call my hubby home from work, because we thought, we might have to put her down. I busted in to a smoke filled house, to find, a 94 year old friend in a diabetic coma. I talked to my mom, and she did not sound good.
I am a bit at odds with myself. I am 41, and generally feel young. I am not sure what 41 should feel like. This week, I feel old. I feel tired. I feel defeated.
I go to bed every night, to start a new, better day. I pray that day will come....SOON!
The honest truth, is that I have had a bit of a rough week. The honest truth is that, I had to hunker down, and cry for a while.
The good news is that, hunkering down, and crying for a while...is ok. As long as you don't live there. I am so trying not to live there.
I need to go home. I don't want to. I need to go give my mom a break. I talked to her on the phone the other day, she sounded so tired. Going home, means I have to accept my dad's Alzheimer's. I have accepted it...I just can't handle it.
It has been such a stressful week, and it is only Thursday. I have a sick cat....that I have to take back to the vet today.I had to call my hubby home from work, because we thought, we might have to put her down. I busted in to a smoke filled house, to find, a 94 year old friend in a diabetic coma. I talked to my mom, and she did not sound good.
I am a bit at odds with myself. I am 41, and generally feel young. I am not sure what 41 should feel like. This week, I feel old. I feel tired. I feel defeated.
I go to bed every night, to start a new, better day. I pray that day will come....SOON!
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