desperate
After we found out, that he had left his glasses and several items of his pencil box at school, and had no idea if he has to complete his writing exercises at home, that i have no clue what to do to help him, and that the desperation about him becoming less reliable is growing. No matter what we try or do, nothing changes for the better, and i'm tired.
My bad health led me to starving myself for the past 12 years; so what keeps me upright? Part of me seems to enjoy the suffering.
My mother in-law wants to redo the younger brother in-law's kitchen. It's his partners flat they're living in, and she doesn't want it changed. Apart from the fact, that i had to explain, that i have no time at the moment to redo the electrical installation at someone else's place — and there is plenty to do there, no one touched that room for 50+ years —, i had first row seats to a discussion about not interfering in a child's life.