Done with today

I might be a baby, but I’m done.

I’m going to bed.

It’s 6:00, but I’m exhausted from trying to run around and keep myself sane.

I’m not sane. I’m sad and angry and feeling all kinds of feels.

It’s time to cave and take my “as needed” anxiety meds and sleep.

Really.

Tomorrow I will try again.

Sigh.

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