Losing Your Shit on A Thursday Evening

is never fun or a good idea. I do not even recall how I got so pissed off but I do know that while cleaning the kids's room, I struggled with the crib. I could not get the side up, or down and was very rough with it. M informed me that I had broken part of it. When I went to see the damage, I saw that three slats had come out and I stupidly thought I could pop them back in. One bad idea led to another and before you know it I had removed the whole side. Not bad I thought. Especially when I noticed that there were some nails sticking out. I was so frustrated and angry that I broke it. Could not fix it. Totally incompetent. Needed another adult. Preferably a man. Fuck it. A can sleep in a toddler bed. She sleeps on a cot at BT. Nope. She immediately began to jump and celebrate her sudden toddler bed. She climbed out incessantly. This would not work. I was hosting a BT auction meeting and I needed to put the kids to bed. I put the side of the crib back, like shit, and hoped for the best. They all went to sleep. F will have to fix the crib. I am sorry that I broke it. That I cried while I tried and failed to fix it. That this crib, that held all four of my children for the first two years of their lives, will now go to the garbage. the end of an era. I need to control my temper. And buy a new bed. Or two.