put yr arms around me baby/put yr arms around me baby

Falafel tastes like donkey tonight.
Welcome to my world.
It is busy round here and I am working on lots of coolness- I will share soon.
I am just not at all together.
I open my reader and look at folks inside their perfect little worlds and then this is dinner at my house:

I know it is perfect here too though, in a strange way.
I love table dancing in the dining room that so wants to be my kitchen.
One whole year of eating in this wretched space. Ugh.
I can't wait to sell that other house and do this addition.
Could I complain more?
I wish I had some sort of diagnosis to my issues.
I have been blue this past month. Blue bonnet. But, I am not depressed. I am just not. I am just very slutty with the stress and I live a very visceral life. I am my own kind of nightmare to myself.

Things are going to get better and the most important of all things are right in front of me:

I mean, look at these three boys.
They are gorgeous and yes in the background you might hear this song.
What kind of mother am I?