Ian is wetting his pants several times a day. Owen, not wanting to be left out, is following suit. The laundry is piling. The "to-do" list is growing. There are situations in my life I feel the urgency to resolve but I am waiting on the other party. There are situations in my life I choose to ignore because I don't have the time. Owen thinks that the only way to communicate with me is to yell. At least one of my kids complain about dinner everynight I'm having a hard time sleeping. I'm hungry but determined to lose 30lbs. I can only run 2 miles right now. I have no patience. My kids are destructive; I can't have anything nice. I need a girls night out, NOW. My hair won't cooperate. I need clothes that fit. Our van is falling apart. I will not have a job come June. The family room needs to be painted. I need to catch up on housecleaning. The kids found my hiding place for the yogurt and ate it all in an hour. I have to take Owen in for a shot each day for three days. I am frustrated about all of this and more. I know that frustration is part of the human experience but I've had enough. Something needs to give.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
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3 people not afraid to say something:
Life is just tough sometimes. It's hard to see how everything will work together for our good, but I know it will somehow. We just don't see the whole picture. Someday we will. Your kids are so lucky to have you. I wish I was closer to just hug you.
Angi, ugh. I'm so sorry. I wish I was there - I promise we'd go have a fun girls night out! And I'd run with you. I do hope you're able to find peace admist the turmoil. Deep breaths always help me, but I usually think of that AFTER I've had my burst of anger and frustration! :) Hope things start looking up soon!
Angi, I'm so sorry. I hope something gives soon. Maybe you can forget the household chores for a little bit (I know that it is easier said than done) and go and enjoy the sunshine today. The chores will be there tomorrow. Hope today is a better one for you.
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