The day-to-day

My sentiments exactly!

Sick
by Shel Silverstein
"I cannot go to school today," Said little Peggy Ann McKay. "I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, I'm going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks, I've counted sixteen chicken pox And there's one more--that's seventeen, And don't you think my face looks green? My leg is cut--my eyes are blue-- It might be instamatic flu. I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, I'm sure that my left leg is broke-- My hip hurts when I move my chin, My belly button's caving in, My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained, My 'pendix pains each time it rains. My nose is cold, my toes are numb. I have a sliver in my thumb. My neck is stiff, my voice is weak, I hardly whisper when I speak. My tongue is filling up my mouth, I think my hair is falling out. My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight, My temperature is one-o-eight. My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear, There is a hole inside my ear. I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what? What's that? What's that you say? You say today is. . .Saturday? G'bye, I'm going out to play!" Untitled By: Elle Tibsen Wake up too early. Home too late. Each day I wake, I dread the fate. Of dealing with annoying tweens The pleasant one are few and far between. Whining, pouting, fighting, angry I just wish someone could save me. Consultants are supposedly "experts" But listening to their crap just makes my head hurt. Bipolar relationship is how I describe it. Hate the situation one day, the next day thriving. Wanting to leave. Hoping to stay. My decision changes day to day. Is the grass really greener on the other side? IDK. But in the meantime I'm stuck on this ride.