So, another Sunday in the household. A pretty typical one so far...knock wood. Son sleeping in....in.....in... Husband, after a cleaning frenzy, watching an old Foreign Legion film and me, well, me, just here. Wondering what to do. Wasting time with sooo much i could be doing. Wondering why every morning i wake up feeling this nameless terror, this tightness in my chest like a fist around my heart. Why i want to cry, at least several times a day. Why the smallest thing hurts so much. Why there are so many things going wrong in life lately and i can't do much of anything about any of them. So damn helpless.
Yep, i am full of "Why's" today.......not to mention whines.
Gotta go, feel a cry coming on.....
I hate that morning fear. Makes everything that much more difficult. As if we need more difficulties!
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