I'm having a pity party for my birthday today. It's February and I don't remember what the ground looks like without snow. My parents are dead, and I miss them. I'm in the midst of a very busy time in my personal life and the life of the congregation, so I'm having to work at carving out me time. I'm tired of having to do everything around the house. If Daughter does agree to do something, she's not going to complete it. So she'll unload the dishwasher and leave half of the dishes on the counter. It's really hard to keep up with the laundry when you're gone through the day and then have evening commitments, too, and it is necessary to wash Daughter's linens every single day (At least she does that-- it's not my problem). Oh, and my birthday present from Daughter was a lecture about how she doesn't have to put up with my abuse. It was triggered by my very unreasonable expectation that she would get up in the morning in a timely manner so I could get to the office on time.
I'm off to lunch and a discussion with some colleagues, so I'm sure that I will feel much better after I enjoy fellowship and stimulating conversation. After our gathering, I get to come back to the church to get Daughter and take her to see her therapist. I hope and pray her therapist can get through to her. I haven't decided if I'm going to take myself out to dinner after the appointment or go home and pull something out of the freezer. I really should go grocery shopping, as I have commitments the next two evenings. Birthday parties are over rated anyway.