Hate is not a nice word

I hate some things in my life right now.

Whine. Whine. Whine.

Specifically I hate dealing with my son's school regarding his behavior.

I hate feeling like they expect some action from me when there is nothing left for me to do.

I hate that I dread Mondays because its another school week.

I hate that a bad morning most likely means a bad day for him.

I hate that I can't fix things for him.

I hate feeling inadequate.

I hate that I bear the brunt of it all.

I hate that I feel sorry for myself.