It’s been a tough day. I’m freaking out at little things (some of those are my kids, others are just that … little things).
I blame the chocolate.
I made fudge (the three ingredient kind – chocolate chips, sweetened condensed milk and vanilla) and it was good. I took it to DnD Saturday night, and brought home most of what was left.
stuffed myself with ate the rest on Sunday. Very yummy.
But not worth it.
Today I’ve blown up at such minor things, and I can’t help it. I ended up throwing a disposable diaper (wrapped up with pee in it) a bunch of times out of frustration, and that scared M. I’m even getting frustrated with being frustrated.
I’m so looking forward to going to bed tonight, and getting some sleep.