JEKBreatheandBelieve
Diamond Member
So many things are overwhelming. I don't even know where to begin and they'll probably sound confusing. But here it. I hate it when my kids are screaming and I hate it even more when I switch and yell that them. I hate it when I can't just order my own refills because I am not responsible enough with them and I desperately need more. Yet when I got more they gave me 5 days worth, not what I need to get me through until the next appointment. And it cost a lot of money each time we have to get the stupid thing filled. So if I could ever get ahold of someone to help me straighten it out, we will still be playing double for less than a month's supply. I almost broke my toe last night. I admitted to a former student's parent that I am not going back to teaching and I could feel the disappointment in her. I am supposed to give a book talk at the library soon and it wasn't listed in upcoming events. I feel like I have no friends because every time I try to make plans with someone they either don't respond or say they can't- like the woman who said she had to rest because she had surgery and had been camping for the last week. Yeah, we're friends on FB, I can see what you're doing! Just tell me the truth, don't lie.
And the fact that I tried to reach out to several people today and got no reply. I was so upset I switched and was banging my arm and calling out to God to prove he's there and hasn't forgotten us. The answer? A call from my dad with whom I have a very complicated relationship at times because I am fine with him, but parts are not!
I am supposed to get ready for the book talk, bake things for church on Sunday, and there's a whole lot of cleaning, but I just want a break. I want there to be a calm, quiet, place where no one can bother me and I can just read or write for hours, but even if there were, I would probably be miserable because that's all I can seem to find lately. Misery.
And the fact that I tried to reach out to several people today and got no reply. I was so upset I switched and was banging my arm and calling out to God to prove he's there and hasn't forgotten us. The answer? A call from my dad with whom I have a very complicated relationship at times because I am fine with him, but parts are not!
I am supposed to get ready for the book talk, bake things for church on Sunday, and there's a whole lot of cleaning, but I just want a break. I want there to be a calm, quiet, place where no one can bother me and I can just read or write for hours, but even if there were, I would probably be miserable because that's all I can seem to find lately. Misery.