This evening I fell apart. I've just kind of been barely keeping it together all day long, but by this evening I was done. I just kind of snapped, yelled at the kids, got sick of the mess, tired of feeling like the only person who cares that it's a mess, just plain tired, and then I fell apart...started crying, and couldn't stop for quite a while. Sometimes I just don't feel like myself. And I hate it! I was good for a few hours today, but that's about it. I just hate this feeling.