I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I don't come around visiting my friends' blogs regularly. I'm sorry that I hardly ever chat on Twitter anymore.
I'm sorry I pour all the energy of my good days into my children and home, trying hard to make up for the bad days, because it rarely leaves me time to share any of it with you.
I'm sorry that my bad days make me want to jump in my car and just go. Anywhere. I wouldn't and I don't, but I wish I could. Even though I know I can't run away from myself. So instead, I drag through the day with leaky eyes and no life.
I'm sorry that my bad days are so frequent.