This kind of day makes me feel completely incompetent as a mother. I don't know who's thrown more fits today, me or her. Oh, who am I kidding? It's the kind of day where the thought of smashing a bowl to bits on the floor sounds so appealing that I have to grab a fork and eat several large bites of devil's food cake straight out of the pan to get my blood sugar back up and take deep breaths, count to ten, whatever, to stop myself from completely losing it. It's the kind of day where the phrase "pulling my hair out" makes a lot of sense. Where I'm tempted to accidentally leave the front door open so the cats escape. Where I'm tempted to run up a good bit of debt doing online shopping and bidding on things on ebay that I do not need.
My husband works so hard. Ridiculously hard. Wicked hard. His 56-hour workweek is so long and grueling. I am deeply, deeply grateful for the way he works to take care of us. I want to be clear on that. But during those 56 hours a week while he is at work, I am at home with a small child and no car. The weather is giving us a small bit of freedom as it's cooled off to a decent 85 degrees, making it possible to actually spend time outdoors, and for that I am thankful. But I have a bad case of cabin fever, and it's affecting my ability to parent well.
I. Need. A. Break.
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