Jackson’s birthday is in less than three weeks and I have nothing planned. No invites sent. Mom fail. Gotta work on that tonight. I have some ideas at least.
I love her super much, but the 13-year-old is driving me fucking crazy. The moodiness. The mumbling. The selfishness. The way she cannot seem to answer a question in a straight forward manner. It’s weird how they just morph into different people overnight. Fucking hormones.
It doesn’t help that my patience has been very limited the past couple of weeks.
I still feel like I’m dying. I hope whatever this is passes quickly.
I definitely do not feel good about myself this week.
