I'm shaking and I feel a tightness in my chest.
I look at our apartment and there are toys everywhere, laundry hanging, laundry in piles, the table is covered in books, unmailed parcels, and there isn't a clear spot on the kitchen counter. I have to wear flip flops to protect my feel from getting sticky. My daughter is going to wake up soon and I have no idea what to cook her. I feel panicky. I don't know where to start. I just spent the last hour folding laundry and the place looks just as messy. I can't put away my husbands clothes because his closet space is too high to reach and I can't put away my daughter's clothes because I'll wake her. I just want to throw everything out the window. I feel like I'm drowning. I'm not cut out for this domestic stuff.
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