The week has went from bad to worse. From the very beginning it has been a whirlwind of chaos.
My heart hurts right now more than I could ever begin to admit.
My expectations are to high. And my daughter thinks that she means shit to me. Her words not mine.
It has taken every ounce of my energy to pull myself together and out of the black hole of depression I've been in. It has been at every turn and curve. Yet, I have muddled threw it.
I can say it is a good thing I am not driving home. We wouldn't arrive in one piece.