So the more I think about how life could be a dream as the song goes. All I come back to is reality. If life is such a dream then why does it have to be so hard? Well that is my problem. I keep thinking my life is life the nutcracker production elegant, beautiful, & iffy at times. When in reality I’ve cleaned up poop for the sixth time today. My oldest has told me that he can’t for the millionth time. All awhile my daughter thinks she runs the show. Life is a dream, just a bit hazy. Kind of like when you first wake up and you are wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep, because insomnia is a BITCH. Yes I said a curse word, god forbid. Then I start by doing the same routine every morning. See my husband kiss me bye. Cook, clean, cook some more, oh look there more poop diapers. Yes having kids changed me. But that doesn’t mean I need to lose myself in the long run. I was recently told my bipolar disorder, ptsd and anxiety is going to need meds. Well still haven’t started those yet. Instead I am on here talking to you fine people. Wondering my kids is screaming in the hall way. While one opens my door and says “hey mommy!” I love being a mom. I love being a mom. I love being a mom. Sometimes time to myself doesn’t hurt either, right? Well this blog is suppose to be my life through the eyes of the broken and damned. Why not have a little fun while we are at it. Welcome to my life.