I never realized that I have a temper until I became a mother. Sure, people bothered me. I’d been in arguments and even a few physical altercations, but even then I never truly lost my shit. Then I had children, and my dormant crazy bitch came bubbling to the surface. It always catches me off-guard how quickly I go from zero to pissed off over seemingly minor infractions. It’s just that when I am in a state of perpetual exhaustion, small things are actually really big things. I don’t want to get mad at my child for splashing toothpaste water all over the bathroom mirror for the hundredth time after I reminded him repeatedly not to. I want to channel my inner Gandhi and remain calm but...

The time on the clock said 12:32 am.  I groaned to myself in anticipation of what was to come.  My husband leaned over and kissed me on the back of my  head.  For hours I tossed and turned, fluttering between a light sleep and severe sleeplessness.    This isn’t a relatively new thing for me.  I wake at a random time in the middle of the night and then I have a hard time falling back to sleep.  It may have to do with my ADHD and the fact that because my medication has worn off in the middle of the night, my mind races a million miles a minute.  I was awake from about 12:30 – 4:00 am.