I am TIRED (a cursing rant)

That's the best way I know how to describe it, tired and blue. Not happy in the least bit and crying all the time it seems. I hate that I feel this way. I'm tired of having to be a bitch to get anything done around the house by anyone other than myself, tired of being the only one around here who apparently knows how to cook a fucking meal. I'm tired of constantly telling my daughter that her room is not the appropriate place to keep our dishes, and how nice it would be if I could see her floor once in a while.

I'm tired of having to make and post a list of simple things that need to get done like "clean the bathroom" if I'd like anyone other than myself to even think about doing them. I'm tired of having to do the majority of the food shopping and all of the meal planning. I'm tired of telling my husband (who I am not tired of) that as well. It exhausts me. I'm tired of my father-in-law treating this place like the fucking Radisson down the street and not lifting a finger to do anything other than what he minimally has to. Ever.

I'm tired of not knowing anyone here and not knowing how to get out and meet new people. I'm tired of having it be a 2 hour drive to go see my family and I'm really really fucking tired of being so far away from my sisters. I need them, they keep me sane.

Thanks for reading. I feel a little better now. The End.