My So Called...Life?

I don't know how much more I'm going to be asked to endure. From working seven days straight, to moving and having disaster after disaster...I can't deal with another catastrophe! I have to be up bright and early to work again tomorrow after working today and unpacking after work. I've managed to hang up my curtains in the living room. My roommate brought in his sofa and huge "man" tv. I've unpacked clothes and linens. Installed the washer and dryer just to wash my work clothes. And for some reason people are asking what my problem is...

I haven't been so stressed in a very long time. It's progressively gotten worse over the last few weeks. I don't like blogging about personal trials, but I'm breaking down at this point. That is what this was meant for initially. Just for me to vent. It is what it is. I'm going with that phrase in everything from now on. I'm tired of trying to figure out things that aren't meant for me to understand. I'm stepping back and going to let whatever happens...happen. I give up.

At least my living room is pimp though! Here are some pics of what we've accomplished so far.

I don't know how much nerdier two kids could be. *Note the two laptops, Xbox with two joystick controllers (not mine btw) I think I'm going to be okay eventually, if I just take a minute to breathe once in a while. I just can't seem to find a moment to gasp for air.