I’ve debated on whether or not to write this post, as I do with all my posts, but mostly this one.
It’s turning to fall here and the rain hangs heavy in the atmosphere, waiting to fall for the next few days. I love the rain, but I also hate the rain, because it kills my head.
People depend on me, little people, who can’t fend for themselves. So, while I want to curl up in bed with an ice pack and a trash can, I’ll go and take some ibuprofen and drink a Pepsi to pretend that will take the edge off. I’ll grab my barf bags and take my little ones to school. Whether is walking in the rain, or driving in it through construction. My youngest is excited to go, so we will go to her class, where it’s loud and bright, and we’ll play for an hour or so.
I’m not saying any of this for the “oh you’re so strong! I don’t know how you do it!” comments. Im not looking for that, and that’s not what this is about. The truth is, I don’t have a choice, I just do what needs to be done, just like every other person would do. The thing is, you don’t know what other people are struggling with. We all put on a face and hide it, and when we can’t hide it, we brush it off or make a joke so people won’t think it’s a big deal. So people don’t feel sorry for us. There are a lot of things I want other people to think about me, but pity is never on that list. And really, does anyone want that?