I’m feeling overwhelmed the last few days… too many people tugging at me. Yesterday was an exercise in self-control from start to finish and I’m not convinced I made it through without failing a couple of times. I tossed it up to the fact that I was tired (my weekend was jam-packed and went by entirely too fast) and it was Monday. I have at least four people trying to tell me what to do on any given work day and, at this point, it’s just too much. None of them have any respect for my time or my schedule and most of them are completely incompetent and lack the mental capacity to direct themselves in their daily activities… much less direct me.

And J, bless him, gets up in arms about it all and while a part of me knows he is irritated at them for mistreating me, a bigger part of me feels he is angry at me for not handling it the way that he would. He clearly said this morning, “I’m not mad at you babe” but I just feel so beaten down right now that seeing and hearing his frustration only makes it worse.

And of course, today has gotten off to no better a start. I find myself wanting to curl up in a ball, pull the covers over my head and sleep until it’s all better.