Some days are hard
I don’t want to wake up, I don’t want to see anyone’s face
I let my daughter eat bowls of cheese balls for lunch and take-out pizza for dinner
The heap of laundry remains neglected in the basket, gathering a musty odor
Dirty dishes collect in the sink till all the cupboards are empty and we have to turn to disposable cutlery
I pour myself a drink and sit on the kitchen floor, taking bigger swigs than necessary
The television is tired as well, of playing the same cartoons over and over again to entertain a child.
It will all be okay in the end, I know it.
But for now please let me fall apart, let me hate my life, let me pity myself.
And tomorrow I will get up, brush my teeth, wash my face and feel better enough to resume the cycle of living.