I have tried being patient. I have tried being impatient. Neither have worked for me. I am exhausted and beaten down. I feel like life has beaten me in this game. I guess "life" stacks the odds in its favor, huh? I am not quite sad, not quite depressed, or mad, or even worthless. Just beaten.
I was talking to a friend and she asked if I could take a day off for myself. No, I can't. First off, I have missed 4 1/2 days this month alone. That's too many. Second, even if I did take a day off, I would have to be quiet so that Pat could sleep. So what's the point?
I don't like this feeling and I want it to change. Ugh.
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