I am completely botching Mother’s Day. I am not making Cathy feel special at all.
Now I am heading out to wash the car that was loaned to us and we’ve since abused the privilege of having it. I want to get it cleaned out and washed to return today but I feel like Cathy would prefer the work be done on our house. Everything I do has internal conflict for me. I want to be cleaning our cars but I need to be cleaning this car. I want to be baking a cake and doing things for Cathy but I need to be taking out trash and washing the floors. I want to be buying her things but I am not producing income.
The stress makes my heart feel weak.