My mental health is at an all time low this week! The final straw consisted of two separate events. Oh…who am I kidding, the final straw was like a huge haystack spread all over my house with me under it and my kids jumping on top of the pile.
I went into my gazebo to get some peace and quiet and to work on a writing project. I had just gotten into the zone, when my youngest child runs outside, screaming his bloody head off. He was so loud that I looked behind him to see if an ax murderer was chasing him. After I checked him for injuries and after he drank some water, the horrendous story came pouring out. During a typical fight and while he was calling for mom, or rather screaming for mom, his brother spit in his mouth. Continue reading