I grouchy and crotchety and mean.
I am spread thin these days and some days I can bearly keep my head above. And I hate it. It will get better, that's what I keep saying. This has been my mantra. "It will get better. It will get better. It will get better."
Some days I am so down on myself that I can't even function as a normal person. I know what and when things need to be done, but I don't have the motivation to do them. I give up and then I am consumed with guilt that I gave in. I curse my conscience. I would like to meet the people who give it all up, and in, and ask how they did it without the guilt eating them up inside. Must be nice.
At this time in two weeks it will be better and I a lot of the stress will be gone. But till then keep my sanity in your thoughts and prayers.