This year has been a rather testing one for me. Thom's never home, starting that "new" job. It's coming up on a year of him always being gone, and I can't take much more. I feel like I'm juggling all of the responsibilities of the home, interior and exterior, while working myself 35 hours a week. I'm tired. Frustrated. Annoyed. My wick is so short these days, and I hate that feeling. It's not me. It's been over 85 degrees now for a few weeks, with a non stop humidity to match. That's not helping. I feel like a run would help all this in my head out, but I feel I'll die in these conditions. So I keep to myself, created a time bomb in my head. God help me. I've lost inspiration to find the beautiful things.
