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.

I 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.