I want to talk more about it but I don’t have anyone to talk to. I hate being made to feel worse about things. I’m just not going to talk to anyone anymore. I’ll just do what I always do and do the hard things and cry when I drive places or at night after the older kids are in bed and I’m breastfeeding Everett (all night). I guess life is really just meant to suck a lot forever.
Today I have to:
-Drive to the laundromat and do a lot of laundry
-Go to the kids’ new school and register them
-Clean this disgusting rental (as usual I didn’t go with the house I wanted and am regretting it, this rental is seriously disgusting)
-Buy food. Somehow figuring out what to cook with almost no dishes. It’d be easy if it wasn’t for the gluten/dairy allergies.
-Find a pediatrician for Everett and schedule an appointment.
I hope Everett doesn’t cry all day like he did yesterday. But considering he’s cried every second off the boob today already, my chances aren’t looking good.