Well, it was my birthday this week. Turned
38, gulp! I can say hands down that my 37th year was by far the worst
year of my life.
The itchy bastard took the whole year and made
it a huge pile of shit! No sleep, no life and pure torture for my sweet
little baby bear.
It is Amazing what the human body and mind can
deal with and not just completely break down, shut down, and run away!
Although I must say there have been plenty of times I wanted to
flee......hop on a plane or jump in a car...or get on a donkey for that
matter, and get the hell out of dodge! Somewhere that there was no
screaming, somewhere sleep was able, somewhere my baby was not
suffering, and somewhere far away from our fucking bath tub!!! But, we
stay, that's what we do, we fight and deal and pray that tomorrow will be
better. And when that doesn't work we curse the gods, devils, and
everyone in between.
So, year 38 of my life...please be better!
Please, let us get rid of the itchy bastard for good!
Please, let us get out of the bathroom and out into the world!
Please, let our marriage have time to mend!
And please, please please...let my baby have a "normal" kids life! With fun trips, playing outside, preschool and friendships!
Please, let the itchy bastard go the fuck away for good!
Thank you, xoxoxox Loren the old lady!