I used to spend the bulk of my time washing, feeding and cleaning up after my children.
Now it seems that I spend the bulk of my time washing, feeding and cleaning up after myself.
Who even am I?
I have no goals, no purpose, no anything.
All I have is a nagging, low-level headache that never seems to go away, and a gaggle of drawers and closets that need to be cleaned out.
Oh, but I'm a good whiner.
God, be merciful.