Today is a total fucking mess. Lizze found something to wear but I needed to go find something at the store. I spent three hours trying to find a goddamn pair of pants and a shirt.
I’ve lost 40 pounds but it’s still frustrating trying to find pants or clothes in general.
I finally found the big and tall section but it was super tiny and not very helpful. I found a sweater and a pair of pants but I was so frazzled at end that I’m about to lose my fucking mind.
As I was getting dressed and ready to leave for calling hours, I noticed the pants are frayed in the knee. I need to take them back and swap them out for another pair that doesn’t have a hole in the knee.
The kids are at each other’s throats and Gavin keeps trying to play parent, which just pours gasoline on the fire.
I’m so far beyond my limit right now and all I want to do is curl up into the fetal position on the floor, in the corner of my room.