this isnt baby blues. however i cant get help because my insurance has decided to temporarily drop me...yay go me.
on another note...
Hubby and I constantly fight because he spends more time with his boyfriend(the neighbor who I call his boyfriend) than he does with his son or me...me I can live but his son. Just to stand outside smoke cigarettes, drink beer and talk about the effing motorcycles. Don't worry about me honey I got the screaming baby, no I don't need help making the bottle(cause I just finished washing them and hadn't gotten a chance to prep them yet) while juggling sed screaming baby. No go ahead and play with your effing boyfriend!
This is all way too much, I'm gonna blow my effing brains out here soon.
sorry vent over...blah