10:43, put the baby to bed.
Finally.
And that’s it.
The day is done.
Essentially.
And what have I done today?
Ate too much of the wrong things.
Sat for too long, looking at a screen.
Window shopped on Amazon.
Called myself fat.
Felt overwhelmed.
Cried.
Promised myself better for tomorrow.
And got a little angry at the day being over.
Why is it over and I can’t change a thing?
And why do I look to tomorrow and know deep down
That it won’t be much different?
10:59.
Sixteen minutes passed and all these thoughts and fears
Are here, whether I like it or not.
I guess I’ll hope for better tomorrow
And try not to feel this way again if it isn’t any better than today.
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