T.G.I.F.

While the PTSD (Post-traumatic stress disorder) troll managed to stay away all week, the second Friday comes he makes his appearance. How is this fair?

Does the troll know it's Friday and I was looking forward to spending some quality time with my husband tonight? It's just all so frustrating!

If it's not his PTSD getting in the way it's my depression or the three kids. Don't get me wrong, I would NEVER change having my three kids but it all gets a bit insane sometimes and seems like there's no end.

Is there light at the end of the tunnel? Will there ever be a day when I don't have throw up on me or baby poop on my pants? Is the PTSD troll yelling at me? Is the depression monster yelling in my ear? From the outside looking in, we must look like a seriously messed up family.

Does anyone else ever feel like this? Do they feel like your family is totally screwed up while everyone else has the white picket fence, the perfect loving marriage and the perfect children? Ugh!