Let's move to Africa.

Or where wal mart is.

I know this is my third post for the day. But whatever. I have no one else to cry to. And I'm sick of writing on fb. Social network.. not personal diary.

It's times like this that I really miss my Daddy. He always made me feel so much better. I remember one time I was asleep on my top bunk, had a nightmare and jumped down, crying, running to go to their room.. when my Dad grabbed me from the bottom bunk and held me close and assured me that everything was okay because he was there. I miss him so much. I just want him to grab me and say everything is going to be okay. :(

And on top of me feeling pretty poopy about my life- my daughter is getting 4 molars and is a holy terror. I feel so bad for her... and me. I can barely handle it right now after listening to her scream ALL. DAY. LONG! Thank God she went to bed... but along with me being sad that I don't have my daddy to comfort me, I feel sad because she doesn't either. And it's just not fair.

I want to think that having a great mommy is enough- but I would know- that sometimes it just isn't. :(

And just so I can smile at the end of my sad little spill-

Today I told Jax I wish we could move far, far away from here. He replied- "Me too, Mom.. I wish we could live in Africa!" ..."Actually. I wish we lived where Wal Mart is. No, I wish we worked at Wal Mart. YOU. No! I wish you worked at Panda Espress so on my dad's weekend I could come in their and hug you!" Haha.. I think probably so he could get free food! ;)