I've been in a bit if a slump lately...
The house isn't selling.
My job has become a bore, with a manager who is almost unbearable.
The kids fight constantly.
There's dog hair in the house, holes in the yard.
I'm grinding my teeth so hard my jaw hurts- even with the night guard.
I'm on the last two pages of Marilyn's book, but am a bit stuck for ideas. The lyrics for these pages are: But I don't know where I am and I don't trust who I've been
And If I come home how will I ever leave
I have photos that I love, and yet, can't seem to integrate them.