Someday maybe this too will make sense

I just wonder when someday is going to get here for the rest of the stuff I don't understand.

I'm tired anyway.

I'm tired of trying to understand. I'm tired of being in pain. I'm tired of trying to do everything I know needs to be done. I'm tired of people not considering for two seconds that this is my life too. Eh... Who asked me?

Update for anyone still reading. The nursery is not done yet. The hall way is half painted. The other hallway, the office and the foyer are taking a beating storing stuff that needs to be put back into place or used to finish the remodeling. I need to paint... walls, trim, doors, shelves.

I've got two weeks, five days, and in between I've got homework, a term paper to write, and everything else to keep up. Oh wait, It's not that important. I've got all these people who can help and it's waited this long, what's a few more months, right?

Yeah... right.