Finderella

It falls apart later, but i'll get to that. later.

currently my life feels like a somewhat Disnified version of itself.

me as overworked finderella
my friends and family as the little mice and birds that do more than half the work, make me feel special, and keep me singing
the house as the wicked step mother
time and money the ugly step sisters who keep trying to get in the way

it falls apart with the whole who's the prince and what's my glass slipper, and where the heck is the fairy godmother in all of this...

but so far, the story fits, and sometimes it feels like i'll NEVER get all the work done in time to make it to the ball