It's too dang hot for this shit, ma'am!!!

Vent incoming!!!! NSFW (foul language)

(What I screamed inside my own head when my five month old was just screaming bloody murder because she REFUSED to sleep anywhere indoors)

Go the FUCK to sleep, child! You're changed! You're full! I just gave you Tylenol for pain! What the fuck else is there?!

You won't sleep in your crib, on me, in your swing, or on the floor! I'm going mother fucking BONKERS! STFU!! And go to sleep, girl!

It's a real feel of fucking 99 and the humidity is 74% right now in southeast texas! I'm NOT sitting outside in the pergola! Dammit, I have to put you in your stroller age go for a walk?! YOU'RE kidding, right?!

Son of a bitch... well, looks like we are risking heat stroke, but whatever...

(What I actually said out loud to my 5mo daughter)

Baby girl, I know you can't speak English and are just trying to communicate with me, but I don't know what else to do!!! Please just go to sleep!!

Wait... you wanna go for a walk? Guess we're going for a walk... fuck...

(After walking for a bit)

I really needed this walk... she's finally asleep. We're okay. We're going to be okay. We need to do this more often. Why don't I do this with her more often? My body always feels better after a walk. I'm not a shit mother, regardless of what I sometimes tell myself in those hard moments.

We've got this, moms. Chins up and breathe. We're all going to get through this.