I’m tired this week.
I’m tired of trying to think of something to write about my dream, or even thinking about my dream at all this week. Â I don’t want to post comments. I don’t want to try to write something that doesn’t start with I.
I’m tired of trying to please a 14 year old all the time when she’s not at the stage to be pleased. I need to just stop trying to and let her be. She’s incapable of appreciating the things I do for her right now so I’m going to stop trying. Maybe then she’ll see.
I’m tired of not being able to eat whatever I want, (even though I am this week). I don’t want to think about food so much. It’s such a pain in the butt. (and grows on the butt) I want to eat whatever I want and be thin. It’s year 2009, why can’t anyone come up with that invention!?
I’m tired of trying to do the right thing all the time. I want to do something crazy and BAD and who cares what people think. Time to go to Las Vegas and have some fun.
I’m tired of my husband never going on vacation. He’s always here. I need a break. I want to be single for a month and then go back to married life!
I’m tired of wondering what I’m going to do with my career and how I’m going to do it. Why doesn’t it just happen?
I’m tired of worrying about everything.
Well, I feel better now that I got my tantrum out!
Till next week,