Exhausted, burned up, and burned out.

I need happy times again. All I've had minus like one week is grief, eggshells, anger and overwhelming sadness since the end of last year. And the week or whatever I was unbound I was told I was being smug.

Well, there's an IKEA trip Saturday. That's a start.

I don't want to call it quits, but how much more do I take?

Have to lie at work about why my eyes are puffy. Crying half the night will do that.

I'll just be crying myself to sleep. Do I continue carry this burden or cast it all away?

Shit. We're down to one IT guy.

Headed to bed with my beloved boys. Next door neighbor broke her ankle Saturday and had surgery today so 'on call' in case she needs anything.

Got the boys' pictures in!!

Please let me go home to a peaceful evening...

Sometimes I wish some people would just go away.