Liquid or Sheet?

I keep thinking about closing up shop here since I don't write much anymore. I used to get so much pleasure out of it, but my muse done up and rundofft. My life has become so predictable, complicated by the RA some days and I think I'm just getting old and tired. Some days I would like to rant and rave about work. I am the office manager with all the responsibility and no authority. Think about that for a minute. Then there are some employees that make their existance in the office a chore in itself. You know the type, they walk in a room and suck all the air out of it. They exhaust me. Other days I'd like to write about just how bad my home life has become and how I am trying to overcome it by making a life of my own, starting with going back to church. This makes the husband angrier than he already is. I think he has sunk to a new low. Last week the baby and I were getting ready to walk out the door and he asked where we were going and I told him church. His response was, "Well Jesus Christ!" Yep. Then there is the whole situation with my mother who needs to move out of the facility that she's in because they are closing it and the battle I'm having with the insurance company to approve the new facility. My poor mother is getting more anxious by the day and I it makes me so mad that a corporation can manipulate how my mother feels. She paid the outrageous premium each month for 15 years and they couldn't care less. What else can I whine about? Oh yeah, the laundry......