Sometimes I wonder what exactly is going on inside my head.
Yesterday I was crying that I needed a break from being a mom. Even though I love them, the boys - or more accurately, their choices - are not exactly at the top of my list these days.
(Or at the very top dependent on which list I am looking at.)
When I am finally able to sleep, I dreamed that we adopted a baby. And I couldn't have been happier.
(In the dream.)
My conscious and subconscious really need to get together and get some facts straight.