falcongrrl | hitting the wall

Dave's been gone since Tuesday; I've had maybe 8 hours of sleep out of the last 48; I'm still wheezing and coughing, even after medicating myself fairly heavily; I'm fighting with my best friend and I couldn't even tell you why. Right now, I give up.

At least Dave will be home tonight. That's something.

Edit: My kids are also fighting with each other and my cell phone's gone missing. Ellie's spreading yogurt on a freshly mopped kitchen floor with her hands and feet. I can't muster the energy to stop her or clean it.

I know that I'm blessed with a lot of abundance in my life. What I don't know is how, in the midst of so much, I can feel so completely alone.