Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. That's seven days. duh. Still five programs to turn in. I did submit the program I was working on last night to see if I was on the right track. She gave me a 71 in its incomplete state, so I'm hoping with her advice this morning I can fix what I need to fix and possibly come away with a B.
I knew it was coming. I needed it. I cried myself to sleep. I don't do that very often, but it seems I've been doing it a lot lately. It all came crashing in on me at 3:00 this morning when I still had not figured out what I was supposed to be doing. I makes me sad that this was supposed to be my miracle. This was supposed to be my one thing that I could claim as mine and there's nothing left. I've been there for everyone in my life. I am the go to person for volunteering, shoulders to cry on, idea person, advice columnist . . . There's no one for me. I tried to express my frustration to my husband which I knew was a bad idea when he referred to this as the "same crap" as last time. Thanks for the sensitivity. Here's to 23 more happy joy-filled years.
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