Not even two damn hours.
Seriously not even two damn hours of sleep.
I tried to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, apparently that’s not allowed anymore.
So, when I finally am allowed to go to bed I GET AN HOUR AND A HALF SLEEP IF I’M LUCKY, before she’s up again.
Not hungry, not thirsty, just wants to roll about the floor and piss me off.
This has been going on for two fucking weeks now and I’m at the end of my rope and ready to snap.
And I’m getting seriously pissed off with people, particularly my mother, going on about how they have done it and that it’s easy you just have to get on with it.
WELL I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU I’M NOT YOU. IT’S NOT THAT FUCKING EASY.
I am at the end of my rope, I don’t have anyone to talk to on a daily basis.
I’m so tired, I’m so sick of this crap, I just want to sleep. That’s the sting in the tail, nothing I can do to change it.
Two weeks this has been going on.
I can’t take much more.