The Mrs.

There’s just no understanding for the fact that I left behind all my friends and family to be this role, but I still don’t get the attention I want or deserve. I’m listening to my inner monologue rn, and I can sense that maybe I know exactly what to do to get attention. And that’s fine. It’s truthfully annoying. But I guess when you realize that male brains are like birds then you begin to understand how to go about getting what you want and need. I guess now that I can begin to fully understand what cards I must play, maybe I can now begin to play in my favor and control the whole game

I’m about to start making magnets and wall decor that’s mom related. DONT ASK what’s for dinner if the dishes aren’t clean. Because why is it my job solely to cook the food in my home and clean the dishes we use to eat with. Why am I the only one to notice the trash is full but everyone else seems to think that more can always fit? My cast comes off on Wednesday and I have the audacity to ask the provider to leave it on. My family doesn’t appreciate a single fucking thing I do for them and it’s so frustrating. I love those sarcastic magnets I see at book stores and I wanna do something similar. Motherhood issues are universal, we all need a little positive outlet.

Each time I catch myself, heart beating quickly, chest tightening, emotional overload… yet I almost always seem to fall down the rabbit hole. Lost in a world I can’t seem to accept nor escape.

Rainy days + Crumbl