the ones where I feel like a terrible teacher and a terrible wife and a terrible parent and all I want is a snow day except not a real snow day just a day with snow but all the kids can go to school including the baby so I can eat bon bons and sit on my butt drinking coffee with Baileys in it.
You get those too, right?
The days where you want a warm blanket and to hide from the world?
That's where I am. It's OK. I'm ok. I'm going to knead up some sort of tasty bread product, make some soup, and reevaluate my expectations.
Because it's hard to feel like a failure when you can make bread.
