Today was a rough day.
Sometimes being a parent sucks and you wonder what you were thinking years ago when you fantasized about having children.
Harsh, I know, but I am being honest.
And sometimes honesty hurts.
I wanted to run away and not come home.
I wanted to drink until I didn't feel my feelings.
I wanted to crawl under the covers and stay there for the next 15 years.
And then I remembered that life is a journey.
Sometimes fantastic.
Sometimes crappy.
I love my kids.
More than anything.
And even though they drive me insane, I love being on this journey with them.
Most of the time.