Bolt Upright

I’m tired of jackasses. (I’m especially tired of one particular batshit crazy jackass.)

I’m tired of the never-ending, get-nowhere treadmill that is housecleaning.

I’m tired of living in chaos because I can’t even stay on that treadmill.

I’m tired of having the same conversation 50 times a day. I feel like a fricking recorded announcement.  And if one more person uses the words “cash grab” in front of me, I may not be held responsible for the consequences.

I’m tired of not fitting into any of my clothes.

I’m tired of being constantly stressed about who is going to look after my kid while I’m at work.

I’m tired of being treated like I’m stupid, or worse, like I’m incompetent.

I’m tired of feeling like I have to defend myself and my choices to people who I shouldn’t give a damn about.

I’m tired of wondering what’s going to break next.

And I’m really, really tired of jackasses. Especially you – yeah you -  the one who came to my office and told my co-workers things that are (a) false, and (b) not anyone’s business. Thank you for that.

(Jackass.)