Yes, sometimes there are days when I highly wonder why I always wanted to be a mom so badly. A day like today, where my youngest was just such a foul little pill, makes me want to run out of the house screaming. Staying sane when my youngest is whining... seriously, all. day. long. and my oldest is constantly chattering, "mom...mommy... mom...mommy... JENNY!" Well, sanity is virtually impossible. Holy hell in a handbasket! Get me to a massage therapist... STAT! Instead I decided to iron everything under our roof when we finally got them both to bed and surprisingly it made me feel wonderfully calm. Note to self, next time you have a hard time getting your anxiety under control, break out the iron. Weird.
Here's a picture of my littlest devil in one of her moods. The picture actually made me laugh but the real, live version, funny enough, did not have the same effect on me.
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