Blah. Just don't want this. Kid6 is crying because I refuse to jump up out of my bed and immediately cook him breakfast. The house is a mess. I'm hungover on THC (is that a thing?) and just don't want to do this today. I don't want to mom. I want to clean and listen to the Serial Killer podcast and go for a long walk. I feel horrible for thinking it but can't be alone, right? That I know I'd have a happy and productive life if I never had kids?