We went to David S.'s Mom's funeral today. Never met the lady and I still cried, probably too much by how T was looking at me. He and I got into some ridiculous, but painful argument before the service. He seems to always fall short when it comes to me emotionally. I can't get him to understand how BAD I feel. Achey, weak, shakey and tired (constantly)...could this be a country and western song? Oh I am so sick of feeling sick. I can't seem to focus on anything else but how bad I feel. The kids are bickering their summer away....probably my fault too.
Confused on how to help SW with her marriage problems. ACole seems to think I am the one to help her, but she doesn't want my help. Speak to me God if this IS your plan. Show me what to do. Mom is feeling guilty about not helping enough, but yet she still hasn't kept the kids for me. The AC went out in the burb (MORE $$$$) and I am one constant body of sweat. I am looking at a mound of laundry that is much higher than my will or my strength or my spirit. In fact, if you check, I think you might find me buried underneath it. The only thing I can get a little worked up about is that some of my shows are canceled...Ok, thats a lie...I get worked up about everything.
If I go down to the pool to swim, will you wash all of my sins away??
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