I hate it when I can't find something because it has disappeared into the great ocean that is within my four walls. No not the "water" ocean, the "junk" ocean. The toy ocean. The book ocean. The dirty laundry ocean. The dirty dishes ocean. All I know is I am drowning. Drowning in life.
Why does it have to be so hard? So many things pulling for your attention.
Why does no one understand that my world can not always revolve around them? Its not I don't want to help, its just I can't. I need help myself.
But you know, enough is enough. I have re-evaluated, re-prioritized and now, I have a plan. I have planners. I have routines. Slowly but surely I feel like I am at least floating on top of the water.
So long to the "long lost" where ever and hello to the new me!
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