You know, I'd like to break down and cry just once without the family rolling their eyes and blaming it on pregnancy hormones. The kids have been behaving like beasts the past two days and hubby has been at least two hours late every night. Arianna pooped in their bathtub toy bin. So yeah, I'm tired. I'm pissed off, and my feelings are hurt. I'm feeling more like a zoo keeper than a mother.
And all I want is someone to say, "You have a right to be hurt."
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