You want to know something pathetic AND disgusting? I’m sitting here reading pro-ana blogs (as in pro-anorexic) and I’m eating french vanilla ice cream by the spoonful. I seriously feel like barfing now. Oh the irony! Plus, being too lazy to actually get a bowl and serve it, I’m eating this shit right out of the carton. The sick part is that I actually relate to a lot of what these young delusional girls think about their lives/eating/bodies. They want control, no, they NEED control. They want perfection and until they get it, they will never be happy. Sadly, that statement is my life in a nutshell. Although you’d never think it by looking at me…

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Hi, I’m Angela. I’m unemployed, undervalued, and almost always sleep-deprived. I’m a SAHM with a husband who works nights and sleeps days. I have two boys under 3 years old. One of them has several weekly in-home therapy sessions for speech delay & sensory issues. I have no family that live in my town and very few friends, therefore, very little in the way of a support system.

An average day for me consists of…
… Meals
… Poop
… Disobedience
… Discipline
… More poop
… Cleaning
… Lather, rinse, repeat

It’s a good day when I actually take a shower and brush my teeth. It’s a damn good day if I put on makeup and actually leave the house. It’s the best day EVER when my 2.5-year-old is not having meltdowns and slamming doors every five minutes.

In case you aren’t privy to this fact, I’m a new(ish) stay-at-home Mom, going on 3 months now. I’ve tried to avoid writing this post, for fear of judgement, but to continue to hide away the sadness, isolation and anger I’ve been feeling this past month is not only unfair to myself, but also to my children. However, because this is deeply personal I’m going to require that you are registered and logged in to read the rest of it…

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