I've been stressed, depressed and tired for about the last week. I just can't seem to get enough sleep and emotionally I'm hanging by a thread. I waver between wanting to go live in a cave somewhere (with hot and cold running water, electricity and an internet connection -- I'm not crazy) and the knowledge that I'm crucial right now to my grandsons' well being. I've been drinking coffee lately, which I love but it's pretty bad for me, and I'm sure that the season change isn't helping. (Days are shorter, nights are longer.) And, of course, I have to deal with the fact that I've been living with my son and daughter in law for the last two years. Normally it's fine, but I have a hard time finding my "alone" time here. If it isn't my son making sure I'm all right, it's my grandsons making sure I'm not having fun without them.
I'm not really expecting anything by this. I just feel better when I get to whine to real people. So, there it is -- whine, whine, whine, whine, whiney, whine...