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.


~ by alegna75 on March 22, 2009.

3 Responses to “Just When I Thought The Train Was Going Fast”

  1. You my dear need a break…a vacation….some sort of stress relief before you explode.

    • I do, it’s true. And I have a weekend camping trip planned right after tax season is over. Not so much a vacation, spiral scouts is going to a Beltaine Brouhaha and we are going to stay in a lodge while there. It will be nice cause I will be a couple hours away from stress. 🙂

  2. When flu season ends, disaffected season begins. Hang in there, the passing of tax season and the return of spring will help. At least that’s what I’m hoping, anyway….

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