I cracked today, kids. I let go and cried my little eyes out. I usually don't talk much about that stuff here. This is a happy place, a fun place. But it's my blog and I'm just me and this is the real deal.
I've been so stressed out lately it isn't even funny. I feel like a bad mom, a bad wife and a bad sister.
Here is what is in my pot: 8 pound baby that doesn't sleep & a stupid heart monitor
2 yr old that doesn't listen
A husband that has a stressful job and has the memory of small bug
The ungodly smell of cat urine in the bathroom ( found that fat orange cat pissed on rug)
A messy house and a shitload of laundry.
Went back to work this week
Bills, Bills and more bills.
So I cracked and I cried in front of my kids. Grace just came and hugged me and patted my back. She's a good egg even if she doesn't listen.
I feel better now.
* Not even 20 minutes after I originally posted this I found that Grace dumped a BRAND NEW BOTTLE of Little Tummy medicine all over the couch. Lord give me stregnth.
Guess she was done with her nap.