Yeah, this morning was not one of my brighter moments as a mother. Let's just say that I overreacted and flipped my shit on J.
I feed drained.
I need a break.
I need a vacation.
I need a pedicure.
I need some pampering.
I need to feel like I am important.
I need my kids to listen to me.
I need my husband to take me seriously, and to get it through his fat head that I don't talk out my ass.
I need more space in our house. I need a new kitchen, with enough space to put food in its own cabinets and not on top of the dishes and where I can store my pots and pans so the wood shavings from the drawers above won't fall on them. I need a bathroom where I can insert a tampon without little boys barging in wondering what I'm doing.
I need to be swept away somewhere, without my kids, to be treated like a queen for a day or two.
I need some sleep.