Day 13

Eating crow sucks. It is nasty. Turns out what I thought he didn't do, he did. The straw was unnecessarily placed. Something else would have been the straw in a few days time for sure, that load was overflowing and I knew it was about to break me. It was only a matter of time. I just feel horrible that it was something that involved stressing my husband out even more than he already is, and unnecessarily stressing him out too! I feel like such a schmuck! I feel like a big piece of shit.

Yesterday I bought all 3 boys their own stamps to put on their letters to Dad. I got each one something different yet specific to their individual self. I thought it was an awesome idea!  They were rather eh about it.  Kids.