"How could you break my heart? How could you break my heart? I have a broken heart! How could my mom do this to me?" —Rachel, age 3I hate everything in the world.
Of course that's not actually true, but I'm quoting plays again; that's a line from the Curious Savage that I've used before and most likely will use again. Most of all, right now, I hate being a mom. I hate it all the way from my paint-chipped toe nails to my split ends.
Tonight was fine up until bedtime and then it was horrendous but even as horrible as tonight was I don't ever want it to end...because when it does end I have to face my children again.
And I'm really not sure that I can.
How could you break my heart? How could you break my heart?
I have a broken heart!
How could my daughter do this to me?
—Me, age 25