About two months ago we realized that someone's pet rat had escaped and was living in our backyard.
Last night it slaughtered 7 of my chicks. All pullets-- no cockerels.
This morning I found my dead little babies stuffed inside its hole, including Drew's very favorite chicken, Turtle.
My landlords called.
I'm a horrible housekeeper. The chickens have to go. I really need to keep up with the house better. (That was based on what the house looked like after we spent a whole week scrubbing it.)
I'm a horrible person.
I don't want to be here. I don't want to be here. I just want to go AWAY.
Why is it that everything I touch is a complete disaster? I'm a horrible person,a horrible mom, a horrible housekeeper, a horrible EVERYTHING.
Why am I the only person in the universe that can't seem to do this? Why is it so hard for me to get things clean and keep them that way? Why am I so TIRED just trying to breathe??????????
I hate this.
I hate me.