Seriously – shit Monday, and I haven’t even started working yet.
I haven’t been sleeping well lately, and last night was no exception. It was almost like premonition that something bad was coming, and this morning kind of did not fail to deliver.
I think I’m kind of coming to the realization that a whole lot of little things rely on me to handle or be present in order to handle. And if I’m not involved, they simply just won’t get done. I love my family to death, but sometimes I just wish my family would just show some initiative and get shit done on their own, without needing me to be around to do it for them. Sometimes it just feels like an excuse, but I don’t think they realize how much it feels like it weighs me down knowing that I have extra responsibilities and a queue of things that probably could be done on their own steam. I think that’s why I tend to feel exasperated or cranky sometimes.
