in which I can scream at the top of my lungs and no one can hear.
That's what I want.
I love my child more every day. I still don't understand how I am capable of such love, and how I will be able to love baby boy as much as I do Ansley.
But that doesn't change the fact that on nights like tonight, I sometimes wish I didn't have kids. She.was.awful.
I know it was primarily because she was so tired, and she doesn't understand that certain things have to happen so she can go to sleep. But, seriously.
How in the world am I going to handle 2?