SOMETHING. EVERY. DAY. I am not made for a schedule like this. It's been going on for weeks. Something basically every day. And the next 2 weeks are no different. How on earth is one supposed to stay sane?
I have a friend who thrives under those circumstances. I don't. I feel like a rabbit on the run. It stresses me, and wears me out. I tried to maintain the house and failed. Things could be worse of course, but I still feel like I should have done better.
Thanks to James things didn't completely fall apart.
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