My kids are diving me to the point today where I am ready to scream. My son wont keep his diaper on. He got in my bedroom and through dog food all over my room. I just made the kids clean up after themselves for the 20th time. And all the clean laundry I had folded and sorted ready to put away and well they are now not folded and not ready to be put away by their perspective owners anymore. The stress is just getting to be to much. I am ready to just crack and lay in the fetal position and rock myself while I cry. I want to tell my husband to drop me off at the closest psych ward just so I can have a break.
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