snowbaby

I'm tired of there not being enough money to cover everything.

I'm tired on not being able to buy the kids new clothes when they outgrow the old ones.

I'm tired of wondering where the money will come from to buy the kids new shoes because the old ones "pinch

I'm tired of being the only person in this household capable of doing the laundry

I'm tired of waiting for everyone to understand that ds' issues are not "in my head"

I'm tired of having to say no when the ice cream truck comes and the kids have to watch all their friends get an ice cream cone and they don't.

I'm tired of living with stupid pot head neighbors who don't give a darn about anyone or anything except their pot.

I'm tired of the people in this co-op who continue to ignore this problem because it is not across from them.

I'm tired of the harassment I get from the stupid pot head neighbors because I had the nerve to ask them to take their pot into their own backyard and away from all the young children.

I'm tired of the migraines I get from the wonderful pot smell, and the medication I hate to take but have to, to make the pain tolerable.

I'm tired of always being the one to try and figure out how to make the money magically appear.

I'm tired of always going one step forward and two steps back.

I'm tired of trying to be positive, and saying it will get better - it's not getting better, and it's darn hard to keep up the happy chatter!

I'm just plain tired, and have no idea how to fix it anymore.

I don't want to be tired, I want to be happy.