All the time now, it seems like I’m complaining. Walking miles with a screaming baby on my shoulder, doing laps of the lounge room. Getting up at 5am. Work is horrible. Wife is angry. Money is short, as is my patience.
What happened to context and feeling how lucky I am? Just sort of having a pity party here at the moment. Jesus. I need to sort that out.
Still… the exercise helps. As does the eating well.
Guess sometimes you just have bad days.
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