Oh boy, it’s time for my daily reminder that I matter the least in this family! I even rank below the dog! 🖕🏻🙄🖕🏻

The school year felt like it was approximately six weeks long. We have a couple weeks left of summer, and it has been 3,738,273 weeks long already.

I taught a great class today with great students. Then I came home completely energized and immediately realized I’d ordered a dress and shipped it to the old house accidentally, and now it’s been returned to sender. *sigh* energy drained.

I taught the same class twice today and am incredibly beyond wiped out. But my family brought home a cherry limeade from Sonic, so yay!

i will legit record myself singing Nickleback if this toot gets 100 boosts

For two kids who have approximately NO interest in The Lion King, they sure sing Hakuna Matata and AHHHHHH ZABENYAAAAAAA a lot.

Tip for newbies (and reminder for oldbies): those of us with cheap phones (i.e. 3yo Android that is not gonna get updated) will see your 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒸𝓎 𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉 (and a lot of newer emojis) as a bunch of character-not-found rectangles whenever we're on mobile. The occasional usage in a post is fine, but geez don't use it as your username if you expect a followback.

I just minimized a major source of my anxiety by finally getting the kids registered for school. The office was closed all summer and I didn’t have the right paperwork until yesterday.

So, my day just got a lot better. This is Hetty. She’s coming to live with me tonight!

Being a parent is hard. Being a special needs parent is harder, especially when you have no help and no support.

“Oh, just work from home!” Clearly you’ve never met my kids. Who interrupt me every 15 seconds, yell constantly from the time they wake up until the time they go to sleep, and still have potty accidents regularly.

Like, I don’t enjoy my life really at all. I’m not planning on ending it, but I spend a lot of time sad and angry and I really don’t see that changing. I don’t have the money to do the things that bring me joy. I don’t have the childcare to get the job to get the money to do the things that bring me joy.

I’ve only been recently coming to terms with exactly how bad my depression has been - particularly over the last two years - and its bad. Then I’m trying to figure out the last time I REALLY laughed and that was, I think, in May.

Old house is never fucking going to sell. I TOLD him it was a tear down. No one ever listens to me. No one.

Just lost two hours worth of work when my entire family came downstairs and started making noise, causing me to fuck up a knitting decrease and concussion brain couldn’t translate it backward.

Helped someone else down from a panic attack over IM. I feel better now.

Meanwhile, as much as I need a break from my kids... I think they need a break from *each other* even more.

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