I hate my life today. Neither child has stopped screaming. The credit bureau called because my payment is four freaking days late. My IL's are coming over and I just want to crawl in a hole and hide.
Oh who am I anyway? I'm 23. I have two boys. Logan is two and a half and Quinn is 10 mos. I live in a pigsty and I admit it. I can't be on time for anything. I make commitments I can't keep. I lose my keys constantly. If I yell, I'm not "yelling at you". I often forget that I'm 23 not 16. Sometimes I think to myself "Well, how could anyone not like me?" and sometimes I think "How can anyone stand to be around me?!" I think we all think things like that though...
Its 12:30. We're all still in pajamas, we had tea and toast for breakfast 30 minutes ago. Logan refused to put his diaper on and thus peed on the floor. Its a typical day around here...
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