I’m losing it.
Not that you people couldn’t already see my mental state unraveling before your very eyes, via this blog. TWO is almost three months old and, I have finally come to grips with the fact that I’m on the cusp of … something. What it is exactly, I do not know yet. A mental or emotional breakdown? Postpartum depression come late? Or perhaps just a break THROUGH, where I will accept the things I cannot change (my children, my husband), embrace the madness that is my life, and stop worrying about whether I am doing anything right.
Today I let one of my sons hang out in the laundry for awhile, and the other one has been wearing my apron all day.
I see nothing wrong with this.
I DO see something wrong with the fact that I walked around the house with a Magic Eraser today and most of the marks on the walls were caused by Husband and not a child. I’d like to go into more detail here, or maybe a crazed rant, but I love my Husband and talking trash about him on the World Wide Web seems wrong somehow.
But seriously … HOW CAN ONE MAN DESTROY SO MUCH? When he gets home, I’m going to look at him like this: