Still, no.

I’m not even going to pretend that today was a day where I was anywhere close to the parent I want to be.

I’m not going to pretend that I’m not parenting through the pain.

We just ended bedtime badly.  A shitty end to a pretty shitty day.  Days like this make me wonder why I ever wanted to be a parent, why I ever thought I would be any good at it.  I can barely fucking take care of myself some days, and even on those days I have to pull it together and deal with what they need from me.

I’m raw.  I’m on edge.  And I can’t thing of a single goddamn thing that will make any of it any better.


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