This morning I thought to myself, hey, I'll put together that bookcase for the kid's room that I bought for them. They're not here, less people, easier to concentrate. I can't even put the dang thing together and there is no help. There is no one to help and there is no one to put it together. I am so angry right now I want to spit.
I feel like a failure. My kids think that I can do anything and I suck at it all. I CANNOT DO EVERYTHING. I'm just one person and one person cannot do it all. To expect it of one person is not frankly what God had in mind. He designed it to be a partnership, and for that marriage to be until death do us part.
I'm frustrated and just want to scream. Instead I think that I'll go lay down until I calm down.
Maybe I'll try the stupid bookshelf later. I need to buy them a dresser too...how the heck am I supposed to put that together? I hate this. I hate living here, I hate this apartment, I hate this life, I hate this life, I hate it all.
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