I’m frustrated from never getting enough sleep, with or without Zzzquil.
I’m frustrated from kids not listening when I give them directions or when I’m trying to teach a lesson or, God forbid, HELP them.
I’m frustrated at the entire home-buying process because, while we haven’t been looking very long, I’m not a patient person by nature and always worry prematurely that we won’t find a house EVER even though we haven’t been looking very long and it’s the holidays.
I’m frustrated from being expected to do extra work with apparently no extra pay. I’ll be saying no on that.
I’m frustrated that I have no extra time to devote to this blog to make it what I really want it to be.
I’m frustrated at myself for having no patience to just let things happen naturally and for getting so worked up that I never stop to smell the roses and enjoy this thing that’s my life that’s actually, in reality, not too shabby.
And now that I’m done ranting, a picture of a half asleep Oakley for you.
I shamelessly post pictures of my cat. I’m cool with it.