Dear Reader,
My husband left early this morning and I had to get up early for the painters to start in my daughter's room. I didn't feel well at all today from the cold, so I didn't accomplish much of anything today. Ate shortbread cookies with Nutella this evening ... so that kind of tells you what kind of day I had. Felt very captured by poor white trash childhood and like I could never escape. The 18 years of living at home seemed interminable and it felt like I would never be able to start having my own life instead of tending to my mother. Tonight was a weak night from not feeling well and my husband gone, so I gave in to feeling helpless. Planning on a better day tomorrow.
Cheers!
Lisa
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