The Incorrigible Night Owl

I am getting so tired of being “that person.” You know the one — the one who always has some crisis or another coming up. The one who can’t get anything done without there being some problem. The one who’s always got something to bitch about, or stress about. I know people are tired of hearing about it. Believe me, it’s nothing compared to how tired I am of talking about and reporting it. I just want to be a normal family; a family with no weird job situations, no uncertainty about where we’ll be living or working six months from now. A family with two cars that are ours and that work and that we pay for every month and then don’t have to think about much outside of that. Really, shouldn’t two people of our advanced ages be pretty much settled by now? Why are we always with the drama? It makes me start wondering how much of it is truly bad luck and how much of it is actually self-inflicted. I can’t tell any more. We are obviously doing some things wrong, but is it ALL our fault? Do we really have a black (or at least dark gray) cloud following us? Or are we just useless at being grownups?