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June 12, 2019
These days, I've been angry. But yesterday I did a little better and a little worse on it. I managed not to yell at my husband, but I did speak sternly (don't recall if I actually yelled) to the baby, and it scared him. Poor little guy. I felt so bad that I started crying.

I do not do well with sleep deprivation. That is my number 1 incentive for not having another baby. I had the hardest time handling those first three months. They were HELL. ON. EARTH. 

But I did manage to think of God while I had the anger episode.