I ran away from home and am now considered a missing person...
Not to mention I can't get those scars on my sister's wrists out of my head, and they were along the vein, not across the wrist. I keep thinking how cuts across the wrist mean a psychiatric hospital stay, along the vein usually means the morgue.
Not to mention between this baby, who likes to banshee shriek at me all day, (and I already suffer from constant headaches), and my dh, I'm about ready for a nice rubber room and straight jacket, myself.
E.T.A. OK, so the title was originally, ''family stress'', but nobody was clicking on that so I changed it. Sneaky of me. I know. I do often fantasize about making that new title come true though. I really don't feel like I can handle my life sometimes. I think all the time of just chucking it all, getting in my car, and not looking back, but then I think about how that would affect my kids and know of course, I could never do that to them.