A Lesser of Two Evils Perhaps? Which Will You Choose?

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     Hello, dear readers, I hope you lot are much more dedicated to this blog than I am. Today, instead of bombarding you with my love life, or lack thereof. I will be talking about stress and strain. This topic is a very popular one in my household i.e. which is more taxing on the body, physical or mental strain?
     I suffer from insomnia, due to generalized anxiety, and a very loud and inconsiderate older sister. Therefore, not only am I kept up from the stress that I deal with in school, (classes, grades, drama, etc.,) but I am also forced to deal with my sister deciding to watch Jersey Shore marathons until unholy hours of the night, only to have her continue with the noise early the following morning.
     Well, my mother who works a twelve hour shift everyday, six days a week, lifting heavy pots, and standing on her feet all day,  and then also having to come home and deal with the same acts of terrorism as I, feels that since I am not doing all that she is, I have no right to be exhausted once morning comes. She believes that if I am tired, it simply means that I am going to bed far too late. Mind you I go to bed at 10:00 every night, 10:30 the latest, I assure you that this is not late at all.
     Although I have labeled this to pit mental/physical stress against one another, I am not going to pick a side and say which is worst to deal with, as I properly understanding that they are both a sort of torture in their own right. The conclusion that I have reached over the years, is that physical stress is just as bad as mental strain and vice versa, I only hope that my mother will come to the same terms as I, and instead of blaming my sleep apnea on my being lazy (the longer you sleep or don't do anything the more tired you feel) or that I am going to bed too late, and instead realize that what I am dealing with, although might not seem like much to her, is far too much for me.
     Just as I understand that it is no picnic to come home every day after work with sore muscles and disrespectful children. I see the pain it causes her, and although I would like to apologize on behalf of my sister (and I (as I am not a saint,)) I can only take responsibility for myself, and apologies tend to be meaningless in this house. So instead I will do what I can to pull my weight, if not to show her that I care, then to make her understand that I am suffering (well, not suffering as that's a harsh word... but you understand), just as much as she is,
     Well, there you have it, readers, that is why I have been missing for a few days now, not because I've given up on you or this blog.
My challenge for you is to answer today's topic, which do you think is more tedious to deal with, mental stress or physical strain?
-Peace out girl scouts!

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