Block Head

Sometimes it's hard to write. When all the mundane issues of life stand in the way of my thought process. It can be difficult to find my peaceful place when the dogs are barking and the kids are stomping. This morning I awoke to a mess in the kitchen, two teenagers alsleep on my couch in the livingroom and a stack of bills that had just arrived in the mail. My hours have been cut down drasticly at work due to lack of business and I have many renovations still ahead to pay for. This is one of those times I wish I had someone here to help. I am proud that I have accomplished what I have basicly on my own but every once in a while I do get overwhelmed and feel I could use a helping hand. I suppose I will get through this as I always do. Well I suppose I'll dig out some advil and get to work straightening up this dwelling before I have to go paint on my smile and sell my sanity for a living...