I don't have an answer for this.
I'm open to creative ideas that keep us all safe and smiling (even if it's a smile masking rage.)
Jack must be going through a phase, or i am so inept as a mother that i have no fucking clue what he wants right now. He seems to be fine with everyone but me. Just screams and cries and his latest thing is falling to the ground and whining/crying (which i just love.) And as I type this, my fucking cat has used my thigh as a fucking scratch pad.
The ONE day I've been able to shower in approximately 4 (swimming in the club pool to attempt to exercise doesn't count), and Jack has gotten his yogurt and cherries all over my clean clothes. Why do i even bother showering, dressing, putting on make-up, wiping my ASS?
I need a momma break. My husband and i need a MAN and WOMAN break. It's too bad drugs never did it for me because i'd be smokin' the shit out of everything right now if they did.
Back to the trenches..... He's calling.
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