I am mad that I don’t have a full time job, with benefits and a paycheck substantial enough to make us comfortable again.

I am mad that the boys don’t get to be in preschool with other peers all day.

I am mad that we can’t afford our Gardner anymore (and haven’t had him in like a year). Our yard was beautiful and I miss that.

I am mad that my husband and I are like passing ships and the time we do get as a couple is so few and far between and usually filled with grown up stuff.

I am mad that I am mad. I shouldn’t be mad. We have a beautiful home and amazing kids and food in the fridge and clothes on our backs but I’m still mad.

And it’ll pass, it always does. But for right now I am just mad.

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