2004-04-05
disillusionment
I think I'm actually more miserable than the weather.
I've almost given up reading because the second I pick up a book, one or the other of them starts screaming bloody murder and I have to rush over. The mother goes on benders on weekends (ergo, my presence), coming home only to nap in between bar hopping.
And they don't have school for two more weeks, so I'll have them 24/7 except on my days off.
And I'd like to get paid sometime soon.
Suddenly, life's not so rosy.
betholindo at 10:38 a.m.