Up in the middle of the night having a full on anxiety episode because I head back to work next week, and dammit, as much as they aggravate me, I just do not want to leave my kids.
O is in a screamy phase, and Z is in a NO phase again. At the end of every day I am frustrated, angry and exhausted and long for grown up conversation. I complain about how hard it is. I whine to my husband about how tired I am.
But as I stare reality in the face - that in a week I will go back to work (even if it only for a few hours a day, and it is only for two and a half months) I almost can't bear the idea of being away from them.
I miss my babies already and I haven't even started my job yet.
Stupid life.
Stupid.
The street where I live...
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