02.12.07
Feeling sad
Some days I just feel so damn exhauster by all of this. By the constant cleaning the kitchen, by the dog fur, by the dust, by the tub I keep meaning to clean out, by the baby who is so so cranky because her teeth are coming in, by her father who cannot deal with the crying, by the way that her crying resonates in our ears even after she is asleep and strips us of any sex drive we had earlier.
I just want to be alone and curl up in a ball and cry and cry and cry.
wunderwuman at 2:28 p.m.