Hey there! You! 😛
I told you not to read this post and you’re still here? Go, because you’ll probably not like what you read. I don’t have any pictures to share, I don’t even have good quote to share, basically I have my brain to pick. And trust me, if I were you, I’d not hang around for the umm… ‘treat’.
Ha! Still here? You don’t get it, do you? 😛
Laundry. Dirty laundry, every time I look at the hampers. Washing up, piles of it. Dirty dishes, in uninviting stacks line the kitchen sink. I flare up when I see her put her socks on the floor.
Speaking of which, I’ve been flaring up all day. Tired, unable to go on.
Then the books that sit on the study table beckon but I’m already exhausted, both physically and mentally. More stress.
Then the realization that I’m probably just acting stupid.
The need to be thankful, the damn need to be positive, or eventually curl up and die.
The need to curl up and lock the world out, and just be.
The need to connect.
Connect with Him, He who really matters, he Who knows what’s in my heart.
The need to say sorry. The need to be forgiven, accepted, held. He knows why.