Oh gosh you guys now I'm balling. Which I guess I really need to do.
I just can't wipe another butt, run to the pharmacy another time, piece together a broken and terrified friend, hold my daughter up while she falls apart, deal with another trauma. All I do is take care of people, places and things. 24/7. And now, the one thing that was running smoothly, my business, just gave me yet another reason to want to drink myself into a coma.
Yes, I said that. Because perhaps then, someone can take care of me for a change.
Oh, this is a bad one guys. Phew.