Please Like , Comment & Share so we come up in your newsfeed more Ty đ Tired. Tired like an overworked mother. My disease is my child. Always tugging on my shirt sleeve. Constantly screaming for attention. Absorbing my time. Only this is a child I CAN NOT hire a sitter for so I can go out and have a time of it. My version of a âbabysitterâ comes in the form of opiates. Yes this can get me out of the house, but my communications with the populous are hazy and lazy. Too long to think up a response and even longer to ATTEMPT to get the words past the tip of my tongue. Iâm tired of being a mother to illness. Tired of needing spoons. Written by Sonja McDaniel
Posted on: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 06:30:13 +0000
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