Most days I have nothing to do. I sit at home and think of all the thing I wish I had more time to do. I don’t have a lot of money but the time I have makes up for it. If only I would get off my butt and bring my dreams to life.

I don’t know why I make up excuses to why I can’t do anything. It is not like I have anything better to do. Just the other day I was doing laundry and was upset with myself because I didn’t go to the library that day.

I made up excuses when it was all my fault.

No one told me to wait till the last moment to wash clothes. No one even said that I had to do them all at once. I just wanted a reason to be sad…

No

I needed a reason. I needed a reason to hate myself because as my daughter and I age I find that I am starting to love myself more. It is something I am not used to, so I am fighting it. Coming up with reasons to why I am this horrible person. Why I am so full of mistakes when I am not.

I am a good mom and a darn good trier.  Just the other day I made dinner, I called it slob, but it damn good.