I want my first post to be something poignant, but I'm afraid it's just something sad.
For years now September has been a rough month for me. Today was no exception. Supposedly a gift I bought my children was delivered, but it's nowhere to be found, which means either FedEx screwed up or someone stole from us.
I turn 40 in a couple hours, and right now all I want to do is hide under the blankets for the rest of my life.
I just want life to work out better than this.