dear diary

Dear Diary,

I did it again. I got frustrated at the babies and at life. And then I got more frustrated for being frustrated. Maybe it was because I did not eat enough. Maybe it was because I was so tired I thought I was going to die. Maybe it was because my outfit made me feel like Ellen Degeneres.

Now that the babies are in bed I regret some of my reactions and attitudes. But tomorrow is a new day and I can show them how much I love them with chocolate milk at breakfast.

Now to eat popcorn (because something went horribly wrong with dinner and I am hungry and need second dinner) and make the mister rub my shoulders.

Love…Sara