Day 3= FAIL

This is really, really hard. Last night the texts ended at 11:16 pm. The phone calls ended at 11:21 pm. This morning the texts started at 6:51 am. I spent the majority of the day on the phone. I need to adjust the minutes on my plan ASAP. It's not always going to be this way, I know. But right now it is. This has easily been the most difficult 8 days I can remember in the last 2.5 years. And I'm in charge. I'm in charge of a crumbling house and staff. Today there were no tears. Just anger, frustration, irritability. I took it out on the wrong people and hurt those I love most. The anger has dissipated and there is a lump in my throat that I keep trying to ignore. So I'm going to bed and I'll try again tomorrow. "At the end of every night a new day grows."