My emotions are suffering from an up and down mania lately. I'm not manic depressive, but a frustrating combination of pregnant and having four long term guests in my house right now.
Weekends are a blissful quiet time with husband and son since we have our house temporarily again. Monday arrives, bedlam ensues. Frustration begins and it was as if the weekend never existed. The basement door slams 20 times and 4 hours of leisurely reading are erased. A high pitched voice creeps into my bedroom solitude and a lazy pancake breakfast is rendered useless. Too many bodies in the kitchen while making supper eclipses the wonderful smell of baking German apple cake.
Another emotion - guilt. I feel guilty for even writing this. Who would complain when a family member is in need? But the devil says, "Is there really a realistic need?" And then, "What kind of a person am I anyway?"
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