I've had a long and particularly trying week. Trying in a sense that it is all my fault and I'm getting myself all worked up over nothing. I feel like I need an assistant of sorts to keep me on my 'A' game and to remind me of the little things. Thank God for the Franklin-Covey, though I should probably be using it more. I suppose I like the idea and accessibility of a planner but I never put it to good use.
As 'difficult' as my life has been, what with the driving up and back to Martha's Vineyard (did you know that the I95 corridor is far larger in real life than on a map?) and my general lamenting, I cannot complain. As others seem to have it far harder than I:
Because apparently having someone else bathe, clothe and feed you is so very exhausting. I can see how it can be really hard to live a life that complicated. Hell, some days I feel like falling asleep while eating as well. Life must really be so hard for him. I feel for you man, really, I do.
(Also, another reason for why I probably shouldn't have children as I obviously getting food from container to mouth is a bit of a challenge for me. My children would all starve to death.)