There's no end in sight for us here. I'm not really sure how I had envisioned things when I was younger, but I'm pretty damn sure this life isn't even close. There are so many things that are better than I could have ever dreamed, and some that make me look up and say "wtf???".
I have two teenagers playing volleyball and a son playing football. For those that think woowhoo no big deal, screw you. Keeping up with practices and games is a full schedule on it's own but when you add in everything else we have to do, it's death defying.
Since my Papa died in Feb. we have taken on the added pressure of helping pay the bills for a second house hold. No, we don't mind. But damn I feel like we're killing ourselves here. It's a constant struggle everyday just to make sure everything's taken care of on time. It sucks. Papa should still be here, but that's a different story.
There are so many things I want to do. (Take my kids to the beach, sleep in on a random morning, not worry about tomorrow, and finish this damn book.) I have so many ideas in my head but not enough time to put them down.
S'ok though. Ya know why? I don't quit. I don't give up. You tell me I can't do something, I'm gonna do it anyway just to prove I can. So, I'll work everyday, be at every practice/game, and write till I get Kasey where she's suppose to be. Life's tough, but I'm so much tougher.