Packing is exhausting.
But that's not what I'm tired of.
Today I have to rant.
Just a little. I haven't done a ranty post in a while.
So I hope you'll forgive me.
This is why I'm tired:
I'm tired of people who don't deserve to be parents, yet they are.
And even though I have nothing but love for my mommy friends, it's very hard to see their complaints about their babies. How they cry, cost lots of money, poop, cry some more, or don't sleep.
Do they know I'd give anything to hear my baby cry? To have a sleepless night because she kept me up with her colic instead of her absence? To pay a hospital bill that saved her life instead of a funeral bill to have her buried?
Even to change a million diapers??
And for those who don't deserve their children . . .
I'd love to take them by the hand to the place where my child lies. Before I shove them into a vile pit of pig feces. Or shark infested waters. See Blog Challenge Day #11
But I can't. So I won't. And my Ladybug wouldn't want me to behave like that anyway.
Sorry for the anger.
It's not nice.
Sometimes it's just hard.