Loser

Yes, I am! I have been woefully behind in my posts as of late, and it is my own fault.

Working a 40-hour-per-week job takes up most of my time, and my four younguns takes up the rest of my time. I squeeze in shopping, grooming, cleaning, and working out, and somehow give Steve a little attention, as well.

But, to be perfectly honest, I feel I am at the end of my spiritual, physical, mental, and emotional rope. One of my favorite bloggers, over at Boobs, Injuries, and Dr Pepper recently admitted herself to a psychiatirc facility for help- and I can truly say I would do the exact same thing right now if I had the time. Some of my old health problems have reared their ugly heads again (along with some new ones!) and after fighting the curse of vulvadynia for the past two years, I just don't think I have anything left inside of me to fight on. I had a year of no problems! I was normal again! Now... I don't know. Steve is two hours away, the kids are still adjusting to life with parents under two separate roofs, my extended family is nucking futs, the job is driving me crazy with stress... and my divorce still is not final. And then what? Steve and I want to be under the same roof when school is out... but all these variables leave me feeling like a skydiver with an iffy parachute.

So pray for me- I certainly need it.