Rant

AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

That's all I can really say.

There is not one person in my real life right now who can possibly understand. So that is all anyone is going to get.

No, wait a minute. Let me just explain something.

Here I am, thinking about the state of the world and our place in it. Are we supposed to prep? Is there going to be a huge in/stagflation? Should we cash in our bucks and buy gold? Am I supposed to be concerned that the gov't is going to steal my guns and lock me up on a shackled bench? Is the church full of lost hypocritical self-loving people? (Oh, about the guns. I have a bb gun. The gov't can have it.) Am I supposed to have to think about this stuff? Is this my job?

Meanwhile, the older two need math taught to them but the baby is screaming for a feed and the 2yo is up from his nap, making a ruckus in his crib, and I'm in the middle of dishes while yet another cup of tea grows cold waiting for me to finish it, and the washer has just started churning while I realize -- I forgot to put the clothes in! and I leave the dishes to grab those clothes, including the tablecloth on the crummy table, crunching across the cereal from breakfast and bits of sandwich from lunch on the floor, realizing there is STILL a dirty diaper from a couple days ago in a plastic bag by the front door, and all the 4yo's dirty clothes laying in plain view in the destroyed living room, and the older two are singing The Star Spangled Banner AGAIN, waiting for me to get to them to teach math and the baby is still crying and how long do I have before I need to start dinner? and dangit, will these kids never do their chores or clean up their dishes after themselves? and I'm grabbing dishes, clothes, toys, tablecloths, and the baby still needs fed and math still needs taught...and I think there are kids talking to me about SOMETHING TO DO WITH CHICKENS for pete's sake

do it again tomorrow to infinity.....

and this is the good life, absent trauma, disease, gov't interference, and destruction.

God help me, I can't take it any more.

Yeah, so I ran away and came up here to tell my invisible internet friends all about it.