I'm distracted. In addition to everyday family stresses and Mommyhood outside stressors are distracting me. Recently my life has been thrown into chaos. It was something that I knew was coming. It was something that had been put off for a while and had to be dealt with. Things had to be said that were difficult to say and tears, a lot of tears, have been shed over it. I thought I was handling the situation well, until I realized I finished a bag of chocolates yesterday and I'm crying over a TV commercial this morning. I'm a wreck. I sent Diva to school yesterday without brushing her hair because my mind was somewhere else. I don't like feeling this way. I need a different outlet. My pants can't handle much more of this and my family is being neglected. I'm trying to figure it out. Even writing this my mind is drifting. It's funny how these things can sneak up on someone and affects everyone so differently.
You would think I would be referring to myself or Mr. Mayer. But, no. I'm talking about the precocious little girl that lives in this house. "I cleaned my room damn good." Wait. What? That was the sentence Diva told me a few weeks ago when I asked her if she had cleaned her room. I was in shock. Mr. Mayer was stifling a laugh. Diva was dead serious. A few days after that she came downstairs and told me to "Tell those damn boys to leave my damn toys alone." Apparently her brother's were messing with her Barbies. We have also had the occasional "damn it" when she drops something or spills something. It was super embarrassing when we were at Target and she dropped a toy in the toy department and said "damn it." Thankfully there was no one around to hear her. Diva's um...creative (?) vocabulary started as soon as she started speaking. She has always used big words, whether she knew what they meant or not. Mr. Mayer and I are totally ...

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