Crying is good...

A won't stop screaming. Because after three straight hours of being in my arms, I decided to put him down. And now he's pissed. Probably plotting his revenge, which will most likely involve getting up at all hours of the night and then peeing, pooping, and puking on me. 'Cause that's how he rolls.

D, on the other hand, is an angel. Full of smiles and giggles and so cuddly you could cry.I've been up since 3 am. Had a monster headache all day. (Me - not so cuddly today.)I realized I need to buy diapers. And I have no money.And then I broke down in tears. Because I'm so stressed out over bills and jobs and money and babies and life that I can barely form a thought.Yeah, I know. Life is tough. Deal with it, Contessa.

I'm trying.








J... don't let the man get you down... x