I’m linking up with My Home Truths for I must confess this week. I love that she gives a prompt each week or you can just go all gun-ho and confess your darkest secrets. Whatever tickles your fancy. I’m fresh out of deep dark secrets so I decided to play along with this weeks prompt: Fears and Phobias.
I’m barely making the basic living needs of both Devil Spawn and I. I am barely able to get out of bed each morning. This shit is mother fucking hard and I’m sick of everything being an effort.
I think it’s time I bit the bullet and talking to a ‘professional’ about it. Every day feels like the worst day of my life. I spend most of the day either in tears, sleeping to escape or yelling. This is no way for DS to live. I don’t want him remembering his childhood as having been peppered with anger.
I have had a cockroach infestation for the last couple of months. I have let off a couple of bombs but the fuckers just keep coming back.
I like to think that not much freaks me out…but cockroaches are definitely one of the things that do. I scream like a big girl when I see one.
Yesterday I found out that Mini Man has next to no fear…or brains one or the other.
We were at our mums group and Mini Man decided to chase a magpie with a shovel. No I am not kidding. This kid is insane.