Sandpaperish
It was a bit of a rough day today.
Work environment isn't great. I don't think anyone is happy... about anything it seems. I try to joke around with them. Make our chats to fill the empty spaces NOT about work, but it always circles around. That's when music comes in.
I was almost 3 thousand miles over my "limit" to get my car maintenance done. I have a lot of things coming up so I scheduled it for today. I didn't plan it or what happened. They said it would take two hours at the least.
But I did get to see FROZEN with my favorite five year old on the planet. I love his giggle. I love his questions and his theories about how the world works. I just love existing in the same space as him. Makes everything a little brighter. My favorite moment? He had me roll down the window so he could make the "blinker noise" with his tongue when we were turning.
My other favorite man, the eight month old, is sick. He's very hoarse and it makes me wince every time he whines, or cries, or even laughs. I can't imagine what it feels like for him. I want to take it from him.
But I did make dinner... that no one ate. But I ate it and if it's still sitting out, I will take for lunch.
It is what it is, right?
I'm just tired of existing.
I'm tired of a lot of things.
Work environment isn't great. I don't think anyone is happy... about anything it seems. I try to joke around with them. Make our chats to fill the empty spaces NOT about work, but it always circles around. That's when music comes in.
I was almost 3 thousand miles over my "limit" to get my car maintenance done. I have a lot of things coming up so I scheduled it for today. I didn't plan it or what happened. They said it would take two hours at the least.
But I did get to see FROZEN with my favorite five year old on the planet. I love his giggle. I love his questions and his theories about how the world works. I just love existing in the same space as him. Makes everything a little brighter. My favorite moment? He had me roll down the window so he could make the "blinker noise" with his tongue when we were turning.
My other favorite man, the eight month old, is sick. He's very hoarse and it makes me wince every time he whines, or cries, or even laughs. I can't imagine what it feels like for him. I want to take it from him.
But I did make dinner... that no one ate. But I ate it and if it's still sitting out, I will take for lunch.
It is what it is, right?
I'm just tired of existing.
I'm tired of a lot of things.