i’m breaking.  this has been building for years and the workload and stress level of my life increase and i see no light at the end of the tunnel.  my kids have hardly seen me all week.  my house keeping disgusts me.  i’ve been at work, i clocked about 50 hours last week, there’s a 25 minute commute plus daycare pick-up/drop-off on either end of that.  i’m having trouble sleeping.  my eye’s been twitching alot.  i need to find a new place to live, in a hurry.  i finally washed kepler’s food dish this morning.

somehow, someway, i’ll make it through, i’ll make do, i’ll pick up the pieces and move on.  someday.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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