I can't stop crying today. Easter Sunday and I have spent the whole day painting. God I hate this house. I feel like I am suffocating when I am here. I spend more time working here than at my own place. My house is a pig sty and I don't even have any spare time to clean it. Going fucking mental. Will have to take a couple of days off work this week to get everything finished before putting the house on the market next week. I will be divorced before my house is sold...for some reason I find that amusing.
Kids had a fun egg hunt in the back yard this morning. Weather has been stunning but haven't got out in it.
Life has to get better. It can't go on like this. 3 hour run sheduled for tomorrow in the Dandenongs, but I will have to be out the door at 5:30am for a 6:30am start. Not sleeping much these days anyway.
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1 comment:
I have to admit that I hate painting too. Its no so much the job its the preparation and packing up that really gives me the shits.
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