Getting Real

The Struggle

I’m not sure where to begin. I feel so overwhelmed at this point. I have dogs that need to be clipped, and no one is coming to bail me out of that mess. How on earth did I ever end up with so many dogs that need to be shaved regularly?

Then there are the house projects, namely the dissolving of the photo gallery wall and the confusion about what to do in its place. Rather than make a decision, I walk past the photo frames and enjoy the now blank wall; it’s peaceful.

Then there’s the son. Drinking his life away, resistant to people attempting to help him.