I’ve had it, I’ve had it, I’ve had it. I spend less than 10 minutes with my family in the morning before work and come home to a child that screams bloody murder if I give him a bath and will only go to sleep for his mother. I spend about thirty minutes with him before he and Kate go upstairs and then it’s just me and the TV. When he wakes up in the night he refuses to go back to sleep if I go to him and squirms like crazy and lashes out for his mother. He likes me on weekends…but not weeknights. The result, I don’t want to participate in any of his daily routine and Kate and I argue. Awesome. This is so good for my marriage.
I don’t understand how I can love and hate someone so much. Max you are so cute and amazing and annoying. Little shit…I love you.
I’m at my wits end and feel like anything and everything may set me off, I feel my temper building inside me and occasionally spurting out for a few brief moments. I need an outlet. I need something to release my anger on to. I suppose attacking my fatness at the gym is the right thing to do but I was thinking something more like joining a gun club. How Midwestern of me.
I feel like a paycheck. Get up, go to work, come home, chores, Max doesn’t want me, and Kate doesn’t need me, go to bed. Get up. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Paycheck. Repeat. Repeat…