The walls in this basement are closing in on me. There is no where to go for peace and quiet. There is no place to think clearly and organize my thoughts. I am unproductive and easily frustrated.
Even with the kids tucked away in rooms for "quiet" time I can still hear every move they make and every childlike giggle. Their happy glee is eating my nerves down to the core. Today I'm like a crazy woman who hopes God gets sick of hearing my pleas and sells my house.
But, as Eric and I prayed last night, we are ever so grateful to have a roof over our heads and be together. It's just the everyday stuff that is a struggle anyway is magnified when you're trying to keep it quiet for the older generation and the neighbors. And trying to tackle the attitudes of displacement and trying to create a new community when you have no desire to connect. It's all an uphill battle that doesn't seem to have an end.
Yet it does. And I'm glad I'm venting here. Because I need to read about it and decide to how to respond.