…ain. I can’t. There’s no amount of wine that can make me put up with this, and carbs make me bloat. I desperately need a quiet room of my own, not too far from my kids but physically separated by a street or two, and a door that locks. A space that stays clean and tidy and where nobody is invited. That’s the environment I need to be able to write.
😂 You’re absolutely hilarious. I so identify. I used to say this to people and they would tell me that I was not being Godly, and that my kids were a blessing. Inside I’d be rolling my eyes and giving them double middle fingers. LOL. You should be able to be honest and authentic about your feelings about YOUR life. I love your frankness, and I know where you’re coming from. Raising kids is hard as hell and sucks the life out of you. Any other description is not being truthful or transparent.