Sitting this morning in the sunroom of the house waiting to be sold, I’m surrounded by flies. ARG! It’s drizzling outside so they all want inside. I’m guarding my coffee like it’s my job!
Dogs don’t care.
The doggos could care less if flies light on them. They don’t even notice the nasty pestering insects. Still sleepy with bellies full of breakfast, they just chillax no matter what the surroundings.
I’m in a boggling head space right now.
This is still my house… I’m still paying the bills. But I feel like I’m a guest in a home that belongs to someone else. I have a fear that I’m going to spill nail polish remover on the hardwood floors and other anxiety producing events.
I’m only holding it together because I have support.
