I am overwhelmed.
There’s so much to do. Find a place to move to. Pack. Purge the nonessentials. Pay for it all. And in only a month’s time.
And now my vehicle is acting up. Yet another repair bill seems to be eminent. When will this influx of problems stop? I don’t know. I wish I did. Tonight I ranted and raved and pleaded to the heavens all the way home from a company event at which I just couldn’t stay, due to the angst brought on by my car problems on the way there, hoping my van would keep working so I could at least park it at home and not require towing assistance. So I turned around and went home. Made it, thankfully. And missed out on a friend’s birthday get-together in the process. Fail.
It’s too much. And I’m angry. I am fed up with stuff going wrong, learning about things after it’s too late to fix them when they could have been fixed if only… And none too happy about the bs that’s on my plate right now. Yay.
I’m fine. Why do you ask?
Thanks for listening.