I am having one of those days where I feel like the kids must hate me, because why would they be this awful?
I was looking forward to the day when I woke up. We’ve been having good days up until now.
They’ve been super rough with each other. And I feel like the neighbors must think I’m insane for yelling, but it’s so hard for me to get around that I’m not sure what to do when I can’t run and pull the one off of the other as quickly as needed.
Sometimes it seems like they’re good for everyone but me and it makes me feel badly. Like everyone else is nicer and more fun.
This is a rough one. Physically and emotionally. It’s been a long 9 months for us all and I feel guilty about it.
This morning, I went to 1400 Centre St. Newton for an appointment.
I should have gone to 1400 Centre St. Newton Center, Newton for the appointment.
They are 15 minutes apart. In the same town.
At the time, I thought the day couldn’t get any worse. It showed me.