These last two weeks have been the worst weeks of my entire life. Yes, I’m being vague. No, I’m not going to tell you what’s been going on. It’s personal and private and It’s going to stay that way. BUT, suffice it to say I had literally NOTHING to give to my kids this past couple of weeks.
This week I was kinda losing it.
This list is in no way comprehensive.
It’s at once a glorious and heinous place to be.
This week I tried really hard to “go with the flow.” Emphasis on the word “TRIED.”
I baked the cake according to package directions, stuck a knife in just to be sure it was done, let it cool while I did dishes for a couple of hours (broken dishwasher) and began to frost the cake.
That’s when all hell broke loose.
What if you had no birth experience at all?
Before I had kids I spent a lot of effort making Sundays special. All that changed when I had kids.
It was a hard week. Who am I kidding. It’s ALWAYS a hard week. Every single week. 100% of them. All 52 of the year. Every year.
Now that I’m here in the thick of the stay-at-home-mom life (for the past 17 years and counting), I can honestly say I have mixed feelings about it.