Or over Christmas
or in the new year
or ever
I am sick of the noise; the whinging, whining, screaming, fighting and demands. I’m sick of the house being a mess, I’m sick of nothing ever being good enough and giving my all 24/7 and getting absolutely nothing back in return.
and I know I’m being unreasonable and don’t really care. I just wish I could walk: no motivation at all just now.