Every day is a struggle. Some days, it’s so bad, you want to give up. Work, to-do lists, teenage son with ADHD and personal space issues. It’s amazing that anything gets done at all. Unfortunately, my to-do list doesn’t seem to be getting any shorter. More things keep being added every week. That’s not good, when there are items on the list that seem like permanent residents. Tried to further my education. Had a nice bit of teen drama going on during the last attempt. Ended up with a nice nervous breakdown during that whole mess. Everything blew up on me. It killed my semester at school and killed the job I had at the time. Good thing we are living with family. If not, we would have been out on the street. Things are still crazy here. The only times that I can write this blog is during free times at work and the very few quiet times exist at home. I love my son dearly, but, when he is home, he is usually making a lot of noise in our presence. He doesn’t seem to realize the idea behind a closed door. If it’s open, he comes right in without asking. If it’s closed, he keeps knocking until he can come in. I’m kind of at the end of my thought process for now. If anything else come to mind, I’ll certainly add it. Until then.
“Confusion will be my epitaph.” Epitaph — King Crimson
