Sometimes I have this fantasy of just walking out the door and away from my family. I love them – but sometimes they make me want to die. Or at the very least punch a wall.
I am pretty sure I forgot to take my meds last night.
Sitting in the car with my two kids waiting for a table (or another plan for lunch) at a SUPER. CROWDED restaurant doesn’t bode well for someone who is crabby and unmedicated.