supernova

Life is hard...I don't know if I can do it...I feel like a shell, completely empty and cold and oh-so alone. I feel like I do sooo much, from the minute I wake to the desperately desired moment I get to rest my worn-down head on the pillow at night...and my days run about 18-20 hours. I don't get restful sleep, because the minute Timmy wakes up, my whole body jumps into gear...and when I'm not working or nursing, I'm cleaning baby bottles or doing laundry or pumping or doing school work. I'm committed, fully. I guess I thought I'd have more help...and I can't just protest and start slacking on all these responsibilities, because then my angel will suffer...and I promised, I swore up and down to myself that I would do anything for my son...it's just hard to do everything...or at least feeling like I do. I'm tired...and no matter my might, I think I'm burning out, "collapsing into myself like a dying star."

Well...it's starting time...here we go.