Forgive me while I rant some more.

I just cried my eyes out in frustration with my eldest, who was crying because he didnt want to sleep yet. He cried so hard and LOUD – mind you, we are in a place where it eerily becomes quiet by 7PM. And everytime I told him to stop crying, he’d cry crocodile tears louder.

He only stopped when I started crying.
I swear, this is a mixture of hormones (the flag is up), the changes, physical tiredness, single mommy pity (husband is away), and the fact I was craving for some me time (I also needed to work my sideline gigs).

I will get used to this.

Tomorrow is a new day.