i know you're not supposed to have favorite kids, but i do. i don't show it, but deep down inside i feel it. i feel horrible about it, but i can't help it as much as i try. does that make me a bad parent?
i can't stop crying. i try so hard but am reminded over and over that i'm not enough and never will be.
Sometimes it feels like I am drowning in housework, I wish I had more than two arms then maybe I could finally catch up.