Due to unforeseeable circumstances (the monsoon from last Tuesday), my house has been in disarray and chaos.
And I can’t wait for my house (and my life) to get back to normal.
I can’t wait to experience silence again. (The fans have been going for four days continuously and luckily they are leaving this afternoon.)
I can’t wait to not want to cry every time something minute doesn’t go my way. (Every tiny issue has brought on ugly crying completely with shoulder shaking sobs.)
I can’t wait to stop being that person who friends are afraid to ask, “Hey, how are you doing?” (Unfortunately, I have become a HUGE, whiny, Debbie Downer.)
I can’t wait to have my fur babies back to their sweet and mostly innocent ways. (They too are stressed, and are acting out like moody teenagers.)
I can’t wait to not want to bite off the heads of my family and friends simply because they didn’t phrase a text or conversation the exact way my stressed out mind thought is should be said. (It is absolutely not their faults this happened, but stress does crazy things to the emotions.)
I can’t wait to have access to my WHOLE house again. (Being confined to a few rooms does not bode well for any couple during stressful situations.)
Above all else, I can’t wait to be me again. Happy…smiley…fun to be around…me. (Because, honestly, I wouldn’t want to hang out with me right now.)
I know there is a a light that the end of this dark tunnel. I just have to have a little patience (and maybe walk a bit faster) to get to it.