Does anyone know what it's like to try and be upbeat and positive all the time? You try and try to make a difference despite how hard it is just to get up some morning's. Well I come from a family of hard workers no matter what! It just isn't in any of us to just sit back and waa waa waa but this morning was one of those days I felt the water works trying to make it's way. I worked so hard the last few days trying to get ahead of the game before the hot ass heat gets here. The deck was shaping up and as soon as I was done in the kitchen I was going to try and scrub it clean but, of course the dogs get mud everywhere, chew up sticks and my Belle knocked over my newly planted morning glory's I wanted to attract my humming birds. Of course Steve could care less, it's not like something happened to his lawn. All I want is a quiet pretty place . I'm willing to do it myself but I just don't learn! I can't have anything nice. Last year Steve made it so nice in the front with rocks and flowers and they all destroyed it. So this year I thought I'll do it on the deck because I love flower's so much but, I was wrong as usual. I don't feel well enough to keep doing the same things over and over again. It's too much for me. I think Steve thinks because I don't complain much about how I feel that I must feel wonderful.
Wrong! he hasn't a clue. Everything takes a lot longer to do from just a couple of years ago. Some days I want to cut off my other leg it hurts so much, and my hand hurts and swells by the end of the day that I can't even use it. It sucks that he could care less how the inside of the house looks with the exception of his study, don't screw with that room. But, I understand about his study so why can't he understand how I feel?
Tomorrow is another day.
