Tag: Anxiety

My Head Is Pounding

The best I can do is come storming back down the hallway mumbling about, “Freakin’ socks and this house.”

Honestly, kids aren’t the ones who need to pen letters to Santa Claus anyway.

I don’t want to live my life angry and, just because I have kids, it doesn’t mean I have to.

We all rushed to get here. When we did, it was electric bills and frozen waffles.

I’ve had a lot of broken washing machines in my life. Only one was literal and the rest were all figurative.

I’m ready for anything. I’m not excited about it. I’m not looking to have long talks about it. But I am prepared for it.

I thought to myself, “Well, that was different. I guess that’s who I am now.”

I have a lot to do. I’m thinking about it now as I write this.

It’s a mixture of bad advice growing up and a few too many times where I felt that I was putting other people out with my presence.

We were angry over-reactors literally headbutting the walls at the bar. Every glance from a stranger was a reason to defend your honor.