But I truly could not love my life more. I am so blessed. Times get rough, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.
BK was trying to put clothes on Warren. He’s actually being sweet today. Yay!
Toasted marshmallows dipped in Baileys. You. Are. Welcome. ☺️
Daddy and BK quality time before bed 🚗🚙
I FUCKING GET IT. Holy hell. Just shut up with that shit. Bk’s not three yet, so right now, I’m dealing with the twos and by you saying it gets worse, doesn’t make me feel any better. In fact, it just pisses me off more.
So thank you, assholes.
At least today I am. I’m so fucking sick of BK waking early, then not napping when he’s tired, and being a whining brat all god-damn day. I’m so fucking sick of BK being hungry, then not eating. I’m so fucking sick and tired of the temper tantrums over EVERY DOG GONE THING.
I cannot take another day of this. Holy fuck. No. I’m at my limit.
It was beautiful out yesterday. Too bad the boys are still feeling yucky.
And now it’s 9 and he won’t sleep. UGH.