That's the only way I can describe it.
Ever since my dad's surgery, I feel like I'm teetering on the edge. Like I'm walking this fine line, and that I'm gonna fall off at any moment. Or maybe one day I'll just get tired of struggling to stay on it, and I'll jump off.
Truth be told, it doesn't really take much to push me over that edge right now.
I had a breakdown at Toys-R-Us yesterday because I couldn't find winter pajamas that I liked in FireGirl's size for her to wear Christmas morning, and thru the rest of the winter.
I got mad, like really angry, at FireMan the other day because he off-handedly called me "boring".
I told you, it doesn't take much.
And in case you've never walked the edge of a steep cliff, or balanced on a tight rope, or anything similar, it also takes an enormous amount of energy just to keep going.
So I'm constantly exhausted.
I just keep telling myself I just have to make it to January. If I can just get thru this year, get thru the rest of this month, next year will be better, 2011 is gonna be awesome. Right?
Please don't tell me any differently, because right now that's keeping me going.
So that's me in a nutshell right now. On the edge. I really don't know how else to describe it. Just teetering on the edge.