But some days, it's okay to burst into tears when your husband walks through the door because your 5 year old was possessed and being a total brat. Both the boys were fighting and later Nathan had a terrible fall in the shower.
Cereal for dinner and my thankful tree turned into crap. (BTW-I took the whole thing down and will try again next year, but for now, I don't even want to see a leaf.)
My brain fog was so thick and life felt out of control. My insides were feeling as my dad would say... like a wrecked car.
There is great beauty in getting the kids to bed, a good cry, take out (because who really wants cereal when your husband is willing to get you an amazing salad from Tokyo Joes?), and a bubble bath.
Life does go on...sigh.
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Alisa, I love that you post bad days. Makes me feel more normal! Miss you guys!!!!!
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