I’m not coping.

Maybe I should have listened to the head guru at work, and contacted EAP for some psychological help.  Maybe…

… and what you may ask am I not coping with… work, work, work, giving the kids attention, Connor not being stimulated enough, Lance’s endless dreaming, time, shopping, work, projects, kids sick again, no food in the house, dirty house, chaotic paperwork at home, THE thing that’s lurking that I haven’t done anything about, time spent in traffic, kids too big for their clothes, organising our holiday next week… etc…

… and what I am coping with… nothing

… and what I’m doing about it… blogging and hiding from it… and feeling sorry for myself.  And letting Bradley catch me with my guard down yesterday and him thinking that it was him that made me cry… and then then hearing that he’s had a bad day at school today and he just cried… and it’s all my fault.  Like everything else is too.

***I might delete this actually***