Tonight was really bad. I don’t enjoy complaining after the work is over, so I’ll just leave it at the facts. Me, by myself, once again, during a major holiday.
I like that I’m reliable. I hate that being reliable translates to people making the assumption that I can handle it. Sometimes. Sometimes I do, but I shouldn’t. If you know what I mean.
I am just gonna cuddle up here with my fuzzy blanket, some Sunny D, some chocolate chip cookies (3) and a bit of Netflix and pretend that tomorrow won’t be exactly the same level of hell.