This is my formal letter of resignation.
I am not giving two weeks. I am not giving 5 minutes.
I just sold Henry to the neighbors for a pack of Juicy Fruit gum and some sticky pennies.
Somewhere overnight I morphed into one of those booger creatures from the Mucinex commercial. My head weighs 12.3 pounds. All fluorescent green snot and misery. If I didn't know better I might think I spent last night drinking moonshine and gargling broken glass.
That is how I feel today.
Before I waved goodbye to Henry he looked like a baby booger creature. An unhappy baby booger creature.
I just want to quit. I want to sit in a scalding hot tub of Vapor-Rub and make a Tylenol Cold and Sore Throat cocktail. I want to sleep. Hell, I just want to breath.
I had one of these 'I quit' moments a few months ago...
My back was KILLING me after I had Henry and I knew I was getting mastitis again. Everything hurt, I was so tired and Henry was crying. I hurt so bad it was a struggle picking him up off the changing table.
I didn't quit.
I cried. We cried together.
So. I'm going to cry. I guess I'm not going to quit. But I want to.
Let it be known. I want to.
I better go get Henry from the neighbors.