These last few days have been rough. A roller coaster of parenting. No surprise as parenting is not for the weak. I was not cut out for single parenthood. I am not mentally and emotionally equipped to be the one and only 24/7/365. I hang on as long as I can but at Exactly 8:47 pm I am ready to clock out. I need SPACE. I need to be able to breathe. I need to NOT be needed. I feel like my eyes are going to pop out and my head is going to explode if I have to do One. More. Thing. Someone wants a drink of water, the other has just a "quick question" to ask. They are hot or cold. She wants a different radio station. His music isn't loud enough. He needs another pillow. Her nose is plugged up. I am suffocating...there's a million pound brick on my chest. I can't think straight. I have used up all my reserves and there are no reinforcements. I gasp for air, telling myself I can do this 5 more minutes, 10 more minutes. Just Keep swimming.