Stress...

Picture from the Ruffled Wedding Blog.

I'm tired. The stress of money is real in the construction industry.

LBF has been sick sick sick with the flu and I have been worried.

Planning for a trip to Spain for the College Girl. I am excited for her, but fear is an underlying emotion.

I look at my work schedule, my real world schedule, and my life seems to be just whizzing by from activity to activity.

I want (no - I need) a vacation, but that won't happen in any year in the near future.

Prayer needs for people I care about come far too frequently to my inbox.

My creative MOJO is somewhat absent. I keep crocheting in an effort to just be doing something. Its mindless and I can contemplate my pity party while I do it.

A back rub would go such a long way.

Someone noticing the effort I have put toward making things run smoothly at home would be nice.

Going a full week without someone saying "I need money" from me would be nice.

A real conversation that does not start with "what's for dinner?" "when you go to the grocery store I need" or "there's a ballgame this weekend." would be such a wonderful thing.

I have too many takers and not enough givers in my life right now.

What if the girls go away and I find myself right where I fear I will be? Living in silence - except for the little voices in my head - for the rest of my life.

I am running low on reserves from giving to too many people.

I want to find a picnic in the woods laid out by someone else. All I have to do is relax and enjoy myself. Eat - drink a little. REST. (see picture at top of post.)

Did I mention that I am tired?

Sorry -- pity party today. I'll be better tomorrow.