As I write this my 3 yo son is upstairs, having just woken up form a 4 hr nap, screaming his bloody head off. Literally screaming at the top of his lungs.
Why?
Well I refused to give him his binky, which I am trying to break him of.

Then he tells me he peed himself.
I go up there to clean it up & told him to put on the new underwear & pants I got out for him.
Well that threw him into an all out fit.
There he goes.
Screaming some more.
As if someone is gutting him.

This is how it's been all day.
He was in the corner all morning pretty much.
Then went to his room for being rude to my dad.

It's 5:15 & I still have to go to the grocery store & take the Tasmanian devil with me.
Oh, another scream.
Good times.

You know I try to keep this blog pretty upbeat.
I do.
Really.
I just can't do it anymore.

I need a few hours by myself.
Perhaps a day or overnight somewhere.

Im not whining.
Really.

I just want to vent & vent to someone who will listen.
Not decide to tell me "this is your life" or "this is the choice you have made"
No shit!
I do what I do for reasons that are important to me.

I feel like I don't get a break.
I already take an antidepressent...what else is left?

I love my family, I love my children.
I just need a break.
A mental health holiday.

Sorry, didn't mean to bore you all.
LIke I said just needed to vent.