Bad evening. Grandma and I both got bitten, furniture was thrown, I lost two handsfuls of hair. I put mac's hands in a zip tie because we couldn't control him. Hell.
How am I supposed to work tomorrow? I just want to get in the car and drive until it stops running.
Oh, yeah.
I get:
"Mommomomomomomom!"
"WHAT?"
"I love you! You're the best mommy ever!"
*sigh*
Oh, hell, msbelle. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, msbelle. That's rough.
Bad evening.
Oh, msbelle. I'm so sorry. Blowups are bound to happen with all the change, but that's really rough.
Calm~ma to mac.
My flippant motherhood post seems all sorts of wrong. I'm sorry, msbelle. I hope tomorrow is better for both of you.
Oh, hon, I'm so sorry. All possible vibes to all of you. And, as traumatic as the move has been and as awful as the awful out-of-control times are, I'm still so glad that you did it and you have the support and the presence of your family close at hand all the time, not just on the handful of weekends when they and you can manage to work it out.
msbelle, I am so sorry. I hope things calm down.
Aw, shit, msbelle. I hope the storm passes soon.