screw you, little pink pill.

I'm not fun anymore - the girls don't even like baking with me, because I'm too high maintenance. Maybe its just today - or maybe I'm just being over emotional because of this DAMN birth control. Like, are they kidding me with this stuff? I'm all over the feckin map - one second I'm happy, and the next I'm crying over spilled milk. Its bloody exhausting - and in my humble opinion... SO not worth it. I'd rather just keep having babies, thank you very much! Again, not very realistic (who said being realistic was important anyways? idiots.) So I am sad that neither of the girls had ANY interest in baking Uncle Mikey some brownies - and in fact, Emma told me "I just don't feel like hanging out with you right now". She's not even 5... I'm so utterly and completely screwed. It could have something to do with the fact that today was a school day which equals an impatient, grumpy and exhausted T1. Sophie is also sick - I found out this afternoon after she woke up from a nap with a fever and proceeded to fall back asleep on my chest for nearly two hours. She's happily munching on an apple right now though, only the second thing she has eaten today (an orange was the first). She's went through at least 4 cups of water and juice though. Poor little thing, poor tired Emma, poor overwhelmed & emotional mum. It's almost bed time though, and I'm going over to Tim's to start crunching the numbers and making a solid wedding plan. Jealous? I thought so.