Today I’m a big fuck up. I didn’t get out of bed until 3 pm. My house is a mess. I shouldn’t have had a child. How I’m married I don’t know. I spent the day apologizing for mistakes. The good thing is I helped cook breakfast without a meltdown and I showered. My parents came over. My mom suggested a cleaning party before section 8 comes. I had my husband put up all the razors, box cutters and exact-o knives. That way the only object I have to avoid is real knives.