Right now, I am torn between too many conflicts. Some of them are work related (I won't be talking about them here) and some are cosmetic (quite literally) and some are personal. Too many crisisies in my life. Some must get out. Some must leave now.
Too much money gone. Not enough coming in. A high maintenance baby. Occasional sex. Gossiping co-workers. Merle Norman vs. Mary Kay. House is unitdy. Laundry is never done. Half my potatoes are moldy. Always tired. Never refreshed. Not sure what course to choose next. Constantly fighting with my lazy gene. Talk too much. Just not sure what to do next.
Say you're happy now - Once more with Feeling
About Me
Blogs I Read
- All About Brandon
- Allan's Space
- Argent Bear
- Charmlily
- Cochroach
- Des Shaw
- Dorklord
- Dr. Teeth
- Dragon Girl
- Drama Boy
- Draya's Diary
- Jago
- Jugglepants
- Lee Conrad
- Morgoid
- Nezbitt
- Ninedoors
- Pat the Hat
- Paul's Blog
- Peablog
- Prime Pete
- Rats Underground
- Schwartzee
- SciFi.com
- Shiny Gal
- Silly Dan
- Tales of the Cryptic
- The Adventurer's Backpack
- Theatre Mommy
- Worst Ninja
- YA Generric Blog
2 comments:
You still manage to fit in occasional sex? I'm jealous! ;)
Seriously, aside from the gossiping coworkers, that sounds much like my life these days. Give yourself a break. You're a busy working-mom-student. The house is bound to get dirty. There's no way around it.
I love the truth of this blog. I love how you have composed it with the jumbled feeling of "headfull-ness" you are obviously straining with. I can only say that as I spend time with my friends with small children I am reminded how much the human body and the human psyche can rise to. These same small children will grow to strong and beautiful adults as a result. I have no doubt. And if not, you can enslave them in some third-world country to try to recoup your losses. Until then, don't despair. Cosmetics are just goop that cloud the glow from within; gossip is just words, words are just air, air is just gas, think of how much worse it could be if issued from the other end; a house is a home only if there is love, and the whole world must yield to love, especially housework.
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