I need to complain....

I've hit the wall. Hard. Having two kids can be real hard some days. I know, I know, people do it everyday. People have more, closer together and less help and blah, blah, blah. I'm just saying, some days are real hard, FOR ME. Like I don't get 60 seconds with my own thoughts hard. I hate when you try to vent and everyone just wants to tell you how hard other people have it. I get it. I'm a lucky, lucky woman. Just let me bitch for a minute!

Here are the 3 things that make it hard for me (not the woman with five kids under three, four of which have special needs and a dog with two legs) just ME:

• Nate's loud. All the time loud. Talking. Yelling. Screeching. Laughing. He's just a loud kid. When he's awake, there is not a full minute of quiet. I'm easily over-stimulated. Sometimes, I need it quiet. Silent. This for me, this constant noise is hard.
• I like things clean. Not necessarily neat, but clean. I hate dust and dirt and mildew and mold and soap scum and food smears. I for the life of me, cannot keep things clean. I can keep it neat. I cannot keep it clean. This puts me near the edge of insanity some days.
• I don't get to eat in peace. Ever. Our current schedule just doesn't allow it. If you know me, you know that if I'm hungry, I am not friendly.

So you there go. If you catch me on a day when all of these things are in full force I suggest you turn around and walk away, clean my house or offer me a beer.