I’m really very tired today.  I’m trying not to nap during the day, but I have so many weeks of crappy sleep under my belt that I’m having a hard time staying awake.  I’m sleeping a lot better now, thanks I suppose to the Seroquel.

Awhile ago, I wrote a post talking about how I accidentally told my parents about my inability to work.  Today, the bill came due.

I received an email from my father offering to have me re-write articles for $3.00 an article.  I wrote him back and explained that I barely have the energy or concentration to get done what I need to get done around here.  Like cooking dinner and well, showering. (I didn’t say that)  Today has consisted of nothing more then dinner and a slightly stressed out hubby.  And my anxiety is up and running.  And I’m exhausted. I don’t have the concentration to read a book for pleasure, let alone try to re-write someone else’s work.

I’m not dismissing this job for the heck of it.  I’ve done it before for my brother for extra money.  It’s stressful, it takes a lot of concentration.  My husband doesn’t want me to risk my mental health working for minimum wage, I’m not going to risk it for $1.50 an hour.  smh

But now, I’m in a position of explaining myself.  And I don’t want to explain myself.  I shouldn’t have to.

But you watch…this is only the beginning.

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