The Pressures of Expectations

I keep thinking I’m going to sit down and write about something, actually anything, and every moment I get Sigmund needs to be taken outside, lunch needs to be made, the mail needs to be gotten because a package was delivered, the dryers screaming to deal with the clothes in it, or my poor sick bedmate needs something.  All the while I had my usual list of tasks to accomplish  and not much of any of it has been done so when I was asked about my thoughts on pressures of expectations  today part of me wanted to scream, scream and then cry, because the weight of it seems to be driving home.  I woke up this morning wondering if it was going to be one of those days as the full glass of water sloshed onto the TV tray I was working on.  I put it out of my mind but my mind seems to a bit preoccupied.  On what you might ask, I’m still trying to figure that one out because it seems to be nothing but bats in the belfry.