I am not so sure my story will ever have a happy ending. If this week of lying on my back is any indication, I really don’t have much of a support system to speak of, my workload is huge, my parenting skills suck, and my income is bordering on negative. But other than that, I can’t see why people aren’t completely jealous of my lifestyle.
This is my brain on no exercise, little support and a fucked up back.
Yuck. Mike has left me a mess to clean up. Forever. Thanks, man.
Creating an Urban Homestead