Helen Martin’s Blog

I don’t know why I am so antsy for my washing machine. Yes, the laundry pile is growing, but I haven’t even put away all the clothes from the Sunday afternoon trip to the laundromat.

I am still a little weak in body; and in spirit, too, judging from how much I have lost my temper today.

When correcting the kids, I don’t feel like I can “back it up,” so I get louder. Utterly ineffective; you’d think I would have learned by now to abandon it. Something tells me if I did, they would sense my helplessness and trample me under their darling little feet.

Maybe by tomorrow I will be my normal moderately impatient self instead of the freak I am today.

How depressed I sound! I’m not. Especially since it’s payday, which is always great. I paid a bunch of bills, ran some errands and feel on top of the money stuff.

There’s what, three categories of “the stuff?” Money, Food, House? Yeah, I guess so.

I should probably throw “Me” in there, somewhere; but like blogging, I fit the me-stuff in where I can.