I didn't have a good night. The weather kept changing enough to wake me repeatedly. When I got up this morning, there were a lot of things to be dealt with in the house. The house was a steamy pit & the fans had to be turned on to air the place. It was pretty uncomfortable.
I looked into my roomie's area & a cat had hurled all over a table & it's half dried. It was nasty. I go into the back room & face yet more cat hurl, different cat. Yes, you can get to where you can tell those things. Finally, the other cat has decided to screw up a window screen in my room. She did in such a way I really can't just mend it.
I hate mornings. I hate getting to see what's waiting for me to cope with & somehow mend if I can. I'm beginning to really despise these cats.
My spoons are spent. I've been really tired & out of it lately. My roomie is dealing with her own crap. So, as usual I'm pretty solo getting anything done. I hate this. I shouldn't be the only person dealing with this crap. But most the time it falls on me.
I'm out of everything to cope with this crap lately. I know it sounds bad, but I'll be glad when these old cats pass. I need time, just to take care of my own messes, not everything else in the house.
I've felt very out of place lately, I don't feel like I belong or that I'm really wanted. Little, barbs keep coming my way. I just don't know if they're being made in general or aimed. I'm trying not to overreact, but if I could, I'd probably just go.
I know my roomie's feeling out of it herself. But, it seems I'm at the bottom of everyone's list until they need something. I'm tired of feeling like this. I just don't think there's much I can do about it.
Cya...
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