I’ve had a range of emotions today. My day was really going great and then earlier this evening Kahlua straight-up peed on the rug downstairs. WTF?? She hasn’t peed on the carpet like that since she was 6 months old!— when I first got her!! I let her out like a million times, so I don’t know what happened. Maybe she just really had to go and couldn’t hold it. Either way, I was fucking pissed! I really didn’t want to clean up pee on the rug tonight. As I’m writing this, I sound like a fucking whiny brat. Ok, rant over. I’m grateful Kahlua is ok. The rug is just a rug. It’s not worth getting a gray hair over.

The other thing on my mind is the fact that parents of sick kids have got to be some of the strongest people. It absolutely breaks my heart to see kids with disabilities because I can only imagine the excruciatingly hard work the parents have to go through. I’m so grateful my son is healthy. Y’all, I’m so tired. I’ve gotta go to bed. Love y’all ❤️