A Figurative Gut Punch

In case you’re wondering what it’s like to be simultaneously eviscerated and kicked in the teeth, it feels a lot like this:


I found this note in MGM’s (9) room while gathering dirty socks and other laundry over the weekend.

Cue all the tears.

I knew that the transition to my new job and our new life would be hard, and it is.

While I don’t think it’s necessarily harder than I thought it would be, now that we’re in the hard part, it’s just really, really difficult.

I hugged both kids so tightly this weekend and told them that this is temporary and we’re building for something better, but I’m not sure they were convinced.

The only upside to this was that I’d already given away all of our Girl Scout cookies to our babysitter, or I probably would have eviscerated those Samoas.

Big sigh for my life.

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