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How much longer?

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I’m tired. I’m so very very tired.

As Logan says at night – “It’s so very very dark out here.”

I hear ya kid.

How much longer? I’m drained. Nothing feels right. Nothing is going right. I’m exhausted and slightly sick all the time. Everything feels so wrong. So here’s an open letter. To several people.

I love you Poe, but you’re draining me with the important stuff not getting done. I’m determined to not be your mother, and yet, I still reap the consequences. Or I can nag you or do it myself. I’ll still reap the consequences. I feel like I cannot win. Honey I’m tired.

And yes, you CAN go to jail for skipping out on jury duty.

(and yes, Poe reads this, and yes, he knows all this already)

Joseph. Dear God, son, what do we need to do with you? Getting picked up from your field trip by the principal? Running from the group and hiding in the acres of forests and gardens? What were you thinking? What if someone ELSE other than the gardener found you? My God. But you don’t care about that. All you care about is the fact that you didn’t get your way, and us mean adults have stopped you from it. Oh. And by the way? You’ve been banned from field trips unless me or daddy take TIME OFF WORK to come and escort you. You know, in addition to all the conferences at stupid hours, and IEP’s, and all the other stuff we already take time off work for for you to attend one of the best public schools in the nation. Stupid Job. Oh yeah – it pays the health insurance. Sorry, gotta keep it. Son, I’m tired.

Logan, honey? Canyoujuststoptalkingpleaseforjustaminutehoneyi’mtiredgoodlord.

And Self. Dude. No, self, I don’t know when it’s gonna get better. I don’t know if it’s gonna get better, ’cause it hasn’t yet, has it? You’re fat. You’re out of shape. You’re stressed to the max. The house could do with some cleaning and beautifying. And you’re poor. There’s issues with the husband. There’s issues with the kids. There’s issues with the getting-elderly parents next door.

I don’t know what to do about it either, self. I really don’t.

Gotta go – can’t start crying at work. Would be unprofessional you know.

hmph

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What in the ever loving world is the problem with aiming your freakin’ wanker into the toilet, so that you don’t hear your mother (that would be me) screaming about men and ewww and gross and “How would you like MY pee on YOUR butt??”

To be fair, it’s the shorter of the gender in my house I’m referring to. Not Poe.

But for Cripes sake stop daydreaming when there’s fluid involved.

Gross. Just gross.

It isn’t Monday

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So far, this morning:

Cut my underarm shaving
Made the regular coffee twice (as opposed to one reg & one decaf)
Put cereal in my coffee
Put creamer in my cereal
And broke my glasses. Again.

And how was YOUR morning?

Next time…

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Next time I whine about not having anything to write about, smack me up side the head. Hard.

Yesterday I got a call from Poe before I left for work, letting me know he was being towed – the car just plain stopped working. At first, ’cause the ticker showed 1/4 of a tank they thought he needed gas. Nope. Towed to our mechanic. The mechanic played with it all day. Several test drives, and a long stint on the computer, and it’s running fine. he can’t find a problem.

Sigh.

I went in to work late, as I needed to pick Poe up from the mechanic’s and take him home. I get in to work and my office – only my office, and only one wall – was dark. No Power. Of course, that’s the side my computer was plugged into. So even my timecard was late since I couldn’t get to it. My circuit was blown. They don’t know why.

My health issues are making me extremely tired. Energy is just not something I have right now, so work is about all I can handle. But I HAD to get some groceries last night… I had put it off too long. It was a bad idea. I got home we unloaded, then headed out with the kids in their jammies to pick up the car. By the time I got home I was slurring my words and staring into space – I was THAT tired.

So next time? Just smack me. I hate Mondays.

hmph

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I’m only here because of holidailies. So I’m taking the opportunity to whine.

I hurt. Everywhere it seems. I have to take my blood, urine, and chest tests tomorrow. My period came and it’s a doozy – I look to be about 6 months pregnant. Cramps. Headache. Backache. Plus my reflux which caused me to – er – get sick at work today. I’m not a happy camper. And I’m bitchy. So there’s you damn entry.

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