I must be biting my tongue in my sleep, because it feels sore all the way around.
I’ve been bad. Not wearing my mouth guard.
I only just took my meds, so I still feel drowsy, like I could fall asleep in this chair.
As usual, I have an overwhelming amount of cleaning to do.
I hate living amidst chaos. It stresses me out. It can’t be good for my anxiety.
I wish there was a way to keep the house reasonable, but there doesn’t seem to be. My work is so active (19k steps yesterday) that when I get home, I just want to sit. Even before the WH, I was on my feet 40 hours a week. It’s tiring.
Just looking at messes makes me spiral into negativity. I try to implement systems to keep things organized, but they are only about 25% effective.
I don’t want the kids to grow up thinking this is how a home is supposed to be.