I didn't have any time for myself this week. I didn't take any. And you know what happened? I exploded. I broke. The fuse blew. 

Still, as I sit here writing this, I can feel smoke coming out of my ears. My husband (bless his heart) is calling up to me from downstairs and all I want is to be left alone.

I just made a chocolate mug cake and I still feel like shit. Are you kidding me? It's the best fucking mug cake I've ever had, and I'm pissed. Why? because there is literally only ONE thing I need to make it not feel like the sky is falling, and I did not have that thing even once this week.