I might as well close this. I never post anymore. Maybe I will if things start to look up, but right now I don't see that happening any time soon. And quite frankly, I just don't care.
I'm in a low place right now. We still haven't sold our other house. What the hell were we thinking? What the hell was I thinking? It's my fault. RD never would have bought this house if I wasn't in such a panic over having to move out of this neighborhood.
Aside from all our money woes, I'm just worn out. Stretched to my limit. The kids are wonderful and so much fun at this age...yet so much work. They're easier in so many ways (they'll be three in less than two weeks!), yet so damn exhausting. I'm just going, going, going. Always. I'm a big day dreamer. I could sit on the couch and daydream for hours. Seriously. But I've found I can't even sit through one thought. I'm up, down, up, down...running here, running there. "Mom...Mom...Mom...Mommy!!!!" is all hear all day. Our kids narrate the entire day, which is wonderful, it really is, but then I want to scream, "Just STOP TALKING. Just for a minute. Please!!" Isn't that awful?
I'm tired. I'm crabby all the time. RD and I have never fought this much.
Then there's this house. Why in hell did we have to buy such a huge house? I love it. I really do, but it's so much work. I'm cleaning constantly. It never ends.
I'm tired. Wait...I said that already. Well...anyway...I need some hope. I know I need to just be thankful for our health and all that crap...blahblahblah...I am...but damn it...this is just so hard.
