I awoke in a panic this morning. I am slightly hungover (a feeling I’ve come to despise), having drank about four Miller Lites last night. What really got my head pounding was the crying from last night.
Those are my kids. Their photos were taken by someone else, as part of their “family photo” day.
Those are MY babies. My fuckin kids. And there they are, being assimilated into a new family through picture day. So that’s why I’m upset. Thats why my head hurts and that’s why I’m gonna go outside and tear my garden apart today.
Should I be “calling her out” for this? I dont know and dont give a fuck anymore.