My bloated belly above…
The misery of middle age has begun. It’s hard to remember a day when I didn’t wake up feeling like crap. I’m trying to eat better, to exercise, and to take better care of myself but it’s frustrating when it constantly seems like the conditions are against me.
My other half is no better. Most of the time it feels like he has no energy for anything. Which just sucks me into the darkness more.
Friends are hard to connect with me. I’ve lost most of my friends to their children at this point (or my new favorite term, crotch goblins). No one ever wants to do anything because they are exhausted by work and by having to taxi around said kids to their overstimulation bullshit – sports, music, math club, or whatever activities they are forced to do, probably against their will.
Parents are aging and getting more needy and cranky. To-do lists get longer because we don’t have the drive or the energy to complete the tasks on them.
We find hairs in places that are extraordinarily unfortunate. We may look in the mirror and not even recognize ourselves.
I hear it gets better. I’m waiting…
