My brain is mush.

I need to write. I need to write to let things pour out of my head and through my fingers onto this blog, releasing the pressure that just might decapitate everyone who stands in my way of getting any solace. I feel like I’m struggling to keep sane. If I have one more thing dumped on my schedule, I just might explode
I know I’m not alone either. It’s a human thing. For some idiotic reason we, as human beings, put more on ourselves than we need to. Is it the need to complain, to have something that we can get sympathy for? I don’t know about you but I don’t like sympathy. Is it the need to be better than other people. “See, I’m busier than you are so that means I’m a better person.” I don’t think so because I have grand visions of being in my new house, in my old pajamas, laying on my couch watching movies at 3:00 in the afternoon with the ringer off. I don’t even know what other people are doing so I can’t be aware of whether or not I’m doing more than other people. I think that it’s just plain ignorance. I am ignorant of how much time I can devote to other things before my brain shuts down. I am unaware of how long it really takes to homeschool Jason every day, how long it takes to clean apartments after people skip out, how long it takes to make dinner when David is crying because he has six swollen nubs on the top of his mouth. By the way, whoever heard of a kid getting six teeth at once?If I have one more bizarre thing happen I’m going to snap so please, keep your bizarre-ness away. Just for a little while.

I need to regroup.