Just When I Thought The Train Was Going Fast
It has moved to the speed of a moving bullet train. Warning, I am about to whine and complain alot.
I am tired of working 7 days a week….and I have been doing that for a week and a half so far (don’t ask how I came up with that half thing, too tired to make you understand).
I am tired of my girls having more of social life than me….and somehow I have to be there. I love my kids, really I do. But JEESH can I cut the apron strings yet?
I am tired of forgetting appointments….that usually involve my girls who spend the next hour reminding me that I am an absolute horrible woman who no longer loves them (who said teen years were when they started this crap?).
I am tired of coming home and yelling at hubby because laundry/cleaning up/dishes weren’t done…..even though he busts his ass just as much as I do trying to take care of things so I can finish school.
I am tired of thinking about buying a pack of ciggarettes to smoke. I haven’t smoked in over a year….who woulda thunk I would think about it now?
I am tired of staring in the mirror and hating the weight I have gained and feeling like a hopeless ugly, slob.
I am tired of being so extremely hormonal one day (and just wanting to practice procreation all day long) and then being too tired to even hug my husband the next day.
I am tired of being tired.
End of whining. For now anyway.