I love that my childless friends dumped me when I had a kid and my friends with kids dumped me because my kid is strange.
I love that he screamed at me for 25 minutes because I flushed the toilet instead of him. (He had left the room.)
I love headbanging.
I love that whatever I do is wrong and "bad mommy".
I love "Goodnight Moon". Every.single.night.
I love that my husband would rather play Wii bowling than give the kid a bath.
I love working all day, getting screamed at, coming home, getting screamed at, and then cleaning the house.
*sigh*
When I was 10 and I imagined my life, this was so not it. But every so often, I get a little bit of a good day. That's what keeps me going. That and my anti-anxiety drug.
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Apologies if I sound judgmental, preachy, dictatorial, offensive or overly rigid. Constructive criticism via PM is welcome.