Saturday Laura came and got myself and the kids and we went out to Alyssa's birthday party. There was a bouncy castle, face painting and balloon twisting. Lots of munchies and toys for the kids to play with. Kes was very well behaved and Hayden was good, too.
Today Doug and I had a big freakin' fight and now I am so depressed I could die. As usual, we resolved nothing and both are still feeling the same: unappreciated, misunderstood, tired, sick. I need to brainstorm to figure out what to do. My overwhelming guilt is eating at me day by day. How can I be so miserable when I have everything I want? What an ungrateful bitch.