Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
I don’t know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels
I look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me through
Looking into their eyes I see them running too.

I’m kinda scraping along. Like when you want the last bit of ice cream at the bottom of the container, and you have to swipe six times with your spoon just to get enough to put in your mouth.

Dropping the kids off at the sitter:

Kid 1: “Dad is in Mean Mode this morning.”

Kid 2: “YEAH!”

Kid 1: “He said mean things to other cars.”

Kid 2: “Honked his horn! LOTS!”

*sigh*