I've come to realise that my house isn't a happy one.
I seem to constantly shout at my DD (7) where really I should have more patience.
I've realised that I don't laugh any more - or at least a heck of a lot less these days - and no, I honestly don't think I'm depressed.
I have no patience for my other half - still haven't recovered from his affair as he sweeps all of that under the carpet - don't talk about it then it hasn't happened brigade, I'm afraid.
I seem to make too much of my friendships and feel let down when friends don't have time for me - yes, I know they have their lives too.
Oh - I dunno.
I don't expect responses from anyone - just more logging somewhere of how I feel at the moment.