How?

I don't know how to do this thing that you ask of me.
The hill is to high, the climb to daunting.
I don't want to make the trek to the closet for my boots.
Please, lets just lie here another day, safe in the cocoon of fantasy we have built.

A Place to Hide

Somedays I need a place to hide. So I dub thee my place to hide. To rant and rave and not be looked at with rolling eyes. You know even moms get frustrated too. Being to primary caregiver to 2 adult special needs 'children' and their children, love them as I do, can still be frustrating as hell. So welcome to my little place. pull up a chair, get out your earplugs, for I tend to rant...to rave....to cry...to greive...and mabe to laugh a little from time to time at all that is my life.