Okay, so I'm just going to come out and say it.
My family is crazy.
And I'm the sane one. So what does that tell you?
Seriously. I said that to Leon last night and he looked at me. Deadpan.
And I thought, WTF??
For the first 8 years I was monotone, even-tempered and b*o*r*i*n*g.
In other words, I was a doormat.
And that gets tiring.
And it hurts. Because no one ever notices your sacrifices.
So eventually I said fuck it.
Because I wanted a life too.
So now, I'm busy from working a full time job +.
I'm back to parenting three kids through tension so thick a machete can't cut through it.
And I've learned that to get anything done, I have to nag just a little bit.
Boiling over inside because no one was lifting a finger wasn't helping anyone.
Anger issues? Um. Yeah. It's called being busy, tired and stressed out.
And if someone takes me out in soccer I want to retaliate by destroying their knee caps. You have a problem with that?
And just FYI, having moods that consist of anger, sadness, joy and blah is not a mental illness.
At least that's what all the little voices in my head are telling me.