Waking up in the morning, not looking forward to it and wishing the day would end. Then getting to the night and unable to sleep.
Addendum: so I wrote this yesterday decided to trash it. Thought it might be too depressing but the reality is, I like many other women, struggle with their sanity from time to time. Then I thought about how even more depressed I got when I would come across blogs written by perfectly groomed women about their perfectly ordered life, and they perfectly ironed out two-dimensional children and their painted white solid gold picket fences. I swear these blogs do to the soul what trashy beauty magazines do to one’s sense of self worth.
So I thought fuck it.
Today is better in parts because I can identify how ridiculously fatalistic I’m being. And that people are dying, children are starving when I was busy feeling sorry about the state of my house.
Tomorrow, I have skating. The sheer speed will turn me giddy and I shall return recharged. Giggling like a little girl, but hopefully minus the grazed knees.