And I can't quite fully claim this status as I am very lucky to have a wonderful person who picks up my slack when required and its a Lotta slack but still

This shit is so so sooo damn hard.

Like I wanna go running out the house, stripping my clothes off, screaming down the street, go live on a beach, smoke weed and write the Great Black novel but

I can't. I'd be literally dooming my children to a life in the system

(I'm serious ive thought abt this like if I just didn't show up to scoop em one day after school how long would it take for the state to come get em?)

& IMO there are few moral absolutes but deadbeat parents are easily in the top 5. Maybe top 3.

So I carry on. And I'm doing a pretty damn good job but man...sometimes I wanna be like yeah dog I CAN meet y'all for that happy hour on Wednesday! Why the fuck not? Make some top ramen kids! Burn the house down! Fuck it!

But I dont...and instead make a post on the internet with waaaay too much personal info in it instead. #therapy

On another note. Still haven't done my taxes. I *think* between my mortgage, child care, biz expenses etc I should get something back but you never know at this stage

Ive made a hard deadline to sit down next Saturday and do em no matter what. Watch the power go out or some shit.