So you think I'm crazy..

I'll try to keep this from being all over the place,  but I can't make promises. Also, I have no clue how to start this. If I started off with what was going through my head right now, you'd prolly say I'm crazy. Or deranged. Or needed to be locked into a little padded room. 

Oh what the heck, you're gonna find out at some point. Here it goes. 

I feel like screaming. At the top of my lungs. My life isn't always like this, but today.. today is a screaming day. I almost wish I could run away. Just leave. I don't know where I'd go, but that always seems to be beside the point. 

Today just needs a redo button. Ya know, I really wanted my first blog to be happier. Hm. Let's give this another go. I'm blessed with two wonderful little boys, who I am currently taking a break from refereeing. Their little arguments are getting to me more today than usual. Spongebob comes in handy for that. We'll see how long the peace and quiet lasts.

Just breathe. Isn't that one of the things that people tell you to do when you feel like you're going to break? Just breathe. Breathe. Such a simple word, yet sometimes, so hard to do. It's okay to not always be happy isn't it? I think it is, but sometimes I'm not so sure.

I think I need a nap. I think that's why I'm so gloomy today. I'm tired, and grumpy. And did I mention tired? I have to be up early tomorrow, and lets be honest, I'm not a morning person. Not when it's required anyway. I don't even dare lay my head down on my arms, because more than likely I would fall asleep. And then, who knows what kind of shambles this place would be in when I woke up. Just the other day, Trent woke up way before me and decided to get in my purse, get the scissors, and cut his brothers hair. I had just taken them to the barber like two days before. Needless to say, my youngest has a million bald spots now. Joys of being a parent they say.