Rough start this morning. 3/5 crying, lots of yelling. 30 minutes late out the door. He was still playing when I went to sleep at 4 and the alarm goes off on his phone, not mine. He didn't like my alexa alarms so not sure wtf he expects. Got blamed for the kids not doing their stuff and nothing else ever getting done eben though there's plenty that I'm waiting on his physical assistance to do before I can do what I need to. Apparently all of this boils down to me needing to get a job? Not sure how that is supposed to make anything any less stressful considering my last job had me nearly constantly suicidal. Ugh. If anyone needs my I'll be finding a small hole to hide in and cry some more.
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