This parenting thing isn't as easy as it once was. I have a three year old who scowls at me and tells me "no" like he can, and an eighteen month old who has decided that he runs the house. Now that could be all fun and dandy and even tolerable, but then you have to consider the Mom in the picture. Me. And I'm kinda crazy. As in needs anti-anxiety pills crazy. So add this all together and you get a semi hysterical woman when you walk in the door.
Now let me tell you the reason I say I am only kinda crazy. My amazing husband. Doug. He has this knack for knowing when I really need to just walk away. Get away. Just be me and not Mom or Wife. This man has seen me lose it over driving though a canyon, trying my damnedest to snorkel and watching me panic in pre-term labor. And the amazing thing- He hasn't left me yet!
This man is my rock. He can carry us through tough times like a super hero. And tonight, he saved me yet again. Damn I'm lucky!
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