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Friday, March 11, 2011

Tightness in my chest.

We currently have 30 tomato sprouts and zero pepper plants. On my kitchen counter.

I have Christmas lights on my house. (yep. we are "those" people *yuck*)

My dining room paint job took 27 hours start to finish. My living room still isn't finished. This is what I was afraid of.

Todd just got back from Tennessee.

Ethan's grades are still improving and he now only struggles with composition, which may come with time.

My boys all need haircuts.

My house is a wreck.

There's a firewood rubber maid storage container un-assembled sitting by our front steps. Still.

My stomach is in knots and every night before I even get into the house I'm angry, upset, want to vomit. I'm nauseous all the time. And I don't have time to fix it. I know that all I can do is as much as I can do but when I have people deliberately working against me, I get angry and of course that doesn't help.

2 comments:

Tammy said...

I totally feel your pain.

Lyn said...

I thought you might...somehow, I knew you'd get it.