The strange thing is that unlike the other time, today I don't really have a story to along with it. I am just fed up with my children. They have got to be the worst behaved little beings of all time at the moment. After reading several other blogs over the course of the last week, I think there is a signal that cannot be heard by "adult" ears that lets everyone under the age of 5 know that they are suppose to be ungodly in every way imaginable. Maybe this was a birth pain left out of Matthew 24 and the world is really coming to an end before my very eyes (although I believe this to be true anyway).
I recently told someone that I didn't "desperately NEED" (just enjoyed) my kids to go to Mother's Day Out like I did a year ago when I was insane with PPD and literally couldn't function as a mother or a human being.
Well I was straight WRONG! I need it. I crave it. I feel like this very moment I can't live without it and maybe I should go find a job so I can put them there 5 days a week. It hasn't even been a week that I have been back from my fabulous excursion away with my husband, and I want nothing more than to escape reality again for...forever.
Don't get me wrong I love (dearly) my children. Right now, I just don't like them much at all. Thank heavens my husband loves to ride his bike. He has them in tow at the moment on a bike ride so I could try to calm myself down a