Bad stuff

Monday was a hard day for me. Lots of things happened. Bad things. Not bad things in the Trueblood sense either.

Without going too much into it, I almost lost the most important things in my life, my kids. I've been scary depressed.

I'm around, and we'll survive, but I'm not in a good place, and I've used up my allotment of "smile and everything will be ok" for the rest of my life.

I love my babies, everyone who knows me knows that. How could anyone think otherwise?!