Messy

by arianne

I just stole away to my bedroom upstairs, quietly and quickly.  I don’t know if I should lay down for a nap, fold one of the many mountains of laundry, or actually do some blog reading for once…

I couldn’t take being out in the world any longer today, even if “the world” was just my family room.  My bedroom seems removed somehow, my respite from reality.

I can still hear crying from up here.  Still hear the sounds of a messy house and messy life.  And yes, life gets so messy, doesn’t it?

We are having to make some big grown up decisions that I neither like, nor want to do.  I never thought we’d have to make these.  They’re very messy.

I wonder how long I can stay up here until someone notices…

Update: 4 minutes.

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