My Family Is Making Me Sick

I actually mean that.

I don't know why, but by the time I get around to eating supper with everyone, my stomach is churning and I'm physically sick.

When I eat at work, I'm fine.

If I stop and bring home something after work and eat it, I'm fine.

But when dinner rolls around and I have to eat with my family I get sick and my stomach stays wonky for the rest of the night.

This is new, and I thought it might be a stomach bug, but now I'm leaning more towards a nervous stomach, brought on by my father. I love him, but he's making me crazy and its taking its toll on me.

My sister had two weeks off and she helped out while I was at work, which was nice, but during those two weeks so much crap happened, including the death of my sweet little Mucker, that I think everything was just made worse.

I'm depressed.

I'm sick.

All I want to do is curl up somewhere and forget that the world exists.

I need a real vacation...or at least time away from this house.

It just isn't fair.

I'm taking one vacation day to take mom to the doctor and since my dad's appointment with the blood doctor was due that week, I scheduled him for late in the day on that day as well.

Blech.

There is no time for me.

Ever.

I give up.