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I'm getting overwhelmed again. At this moment, I have four other things I should be doing. But before I start my day, I have to just take a few minutes and breathe. I have a little side business that seems to be growing. I had 60 products to process before shipping them to Amazon or listing them on Etsy. I was about to start when I got a sale on Etsy. So I stopped to go ahead and get that out before the mail ran. As I was trying to figure out why the printer abandoned ship, I got an email letting me know instead of getting my usual 50 products, I'll be getting 200 if I accept. While composing a reply, my mother called. I hit reject. My oldest daughter called. Rejected. My friend called. Rejected. My youngest daughter, who was upstairs in her room, called. Yep, reject. I finished my email and checked my texts. "You're not going to believe what my husband did! Call me! back it's important!" "You know how last night was the first night in our own place? I didn't think we needed gas right away, I can go without the stove for a few weeks. Well, it got really cold and did you know some heaters use gas? I need a favor. Please." "I am so sorry. It's urgent. Call ASAP" "I'm gonna take a nap. Haven't done much school stuff- Julian drama. I don't feel good." Two hours later, the mail had ran before I fixed the printer, I had gotten through 0 products, my youngest daughter hadn't done any school work, although she was laughing like a hyena, and we were out of toilet paper. Now, if I had what most people call a "real job", that is if I left the house for 8 hours every day, I probably wouldn't be getting these calls and texts all day. And if Ravyn had been in what most people call a "real school", that is a public school, she sure wouldn't have napped the afternoon away. Looking around my house, I realized how behind I am on housework. I've been racing to catch-up business-wise and slacking off house-wise. Plus, I've got a half-finished just-for-fun project gathering dust. There is no just-for-fun. Even logging on here for 30 minutes seems too rushed to be enjoyed. Hell, I missed the gift points sale again! I've been trying to explain that I need help, but no one gets it. I mean, am I not allowed to have my own income or free time? Because it sure feels like it. My family is so used spoiled to me taking care of everything that they are oblivious to my anxiety and unhappiness. Good to know. So I've decided to utilize the "Do Not Disturb" setting on my phone. That way I won't even see missed calls or text messages until I turn it back on. Now, for the house, I just don't know. To make a point, I actually quit cooking a couple of months ago and it doesn't seem to have made a difference. No one else cooks, they just grab whatever is handy. I guess I'm going to have a Come-To-Jesus-Meeting with my husband and teenager after Corey wakes up for work. I am not the help. I am a person that does things for them because I love them. This is not domestic servitude, this is a family. |
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but seems to be okay today. I worry about my poor circulation, scrub my toes with a soft bristle brush, watch discoloration come and go. I probably need new arteries or veins but hey... "Heathcare" USA (enough said?). I may be better off trying something here in Thailand. But still... wish I lived in a country that had adequate patient based healthcare. Thailand and Taiwan mostly do, but I can't access it. First world systems like Europe, Canada and Australia do, but again, I can't access it.