And I feel I've bricked myself into a corner prison
No idea how I'm going to get through it, or what lies on the other side.
I'm feeling pretty glass half empty to be honest.
If I tell you the good stuff first it might cheer me up enough to joke about the rest?
Moved into a house we've wanted for two years just before lockdown. Have a long 20+ year relationship with DP who is incredibly positive and not an Eeyore like me. Have my health and don't have Covid. Our house has space and the area is beautiful and what we wanted, no regrets there. My DPs have recently come to live here because they could no longer cope and have gone downhill in lockdown.
This is the list of what I am contending with at the moment though (at least one refers to me).
Dyslexia, dementia, ADHD, Parkinson's disease, sightloss, menopause, autism, ADHD again, OCD, undiagnosed tourettes, restless legs, deafness, UTIs, depression, the total annihilation of our industry with no future (company with DP), feeling unemployable, apathy, stir crazy, broke, being a carer, adolescence, senility, oh and DP broke a tooth on a piece of glass in a sandwich yesterday :-(
Today I was planning on progressing a small business idea and pursuing some part time work and some paperwork for our business. Instead I have dealt with the older members of the family all day with medical visits, sorting never ending admin, resolving arguments, and making phonecalls. I've had two DCs home with non-covid related illness and I'm just DREADING what I'll do if one of them gets an actual temperature.
I have hidden in the bedroom and checked out of dinner. I'm starting to wonder what I'm getting myself into as I'm going to have to watch my DF disintegrate in front of my eye, and try not to get annoyed with him getting up at 4am, or having to have endless discussions of how to deal with encroaching incontinence.
I feel I'm one straw away from a massive fail of some kind.