Breaking

I'm at my breaking point. I can feel it. I'm trying to hold it all together. Trying not to lose it until the house remodel is finished.

My body hurts. I'm exhausted. I don't want to be at work because I know how much is left to do on the house and how few hours are available to do it in.

I'm cranky, pissed off and just generally not fun to be around.

And I'm sad. I'm sick of being sad.

Next week has to be better.

Tomorrow is the third anniversary of Hurricane Katrina.

Maybe I should move to New Orleans.