...of everything, really. My house is the mother of all messes. My kids will not clean unless I am hovering over them forcing them to do it. Quite frankly, I am too exhausted and apathetic when I get home to force them to clean. I am exhausted; weary in my bones. I am tired of being nauseated and waking up hurting most days. Although I am not suicidal or anything, it would be nice to go to sleep and not wake up. My kids are actually the reason I continue to get up each day and keep on keeping on. I certainly can't leave the raising of my children to their dad. That is not a pretty thought. I think I am going to bed pretty soon.
Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts......
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10 years ago
