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.