Today's stop on the wheel of emotion is anger. I wish that we had to go through this cycle a set number of times and I could say "hey guys, I'm on lap 27! Nearly there!". But I know that it's not like that.
I'm just a bit frustrated. The fact that W suddenly decided this is best. Ok, I've said it and now I can try and move on. Kids told me that W is planning a bday party for s4 and s8, and it's next weekend and i havent been invited. Long story, but there is a travel ball tourney and everyone is staying there, except my broke ass.
Yesterday, I picked up the boys. My pma still needs work. But I felt nothing. Didn't feel the urge to talk. Didn't want a hug. Just wanted to get the boys in the car and leave. I realized it much later. I guess that's progress. Right? I just have nothing to say right now to her.
35 3 boys Not my circus, not my monkeys anymore....
