It’s kinda crazy how much puking has become a normal part of life for me. I puked a while ago and am feeling a lot better for it.

I was feeling kind of worthless because I was never able to get my shit together to take Jackson shopping for some stuff he needs. But then I was like: fuck it – his dad can handle it. I have fucking cancer and I’m sick and tired. It is what it is.

Both kids will be gone soon, and I’ll be on my own until D gets home tomorrow night. The bad news is that I’ll miss them. The good news is that I can lie around being absolutely worthless and not feel bad about it. I don’t even plan on changing out of my pajamas today.

Oh what a glorious life I lead. 😂