Feeling Guilty

For dressing Leta in a pair of pants, size 6 months, because she doesn’t have any clean clothes due to the fact that, um, I haven’t done laundry in a week, and um, last night Jon made a comment about “airing our dirty laundry,” and I thought he was referring to the fact that I am a horrible homemaker because of all our dirty laundry, and I punched him in the stomach, but he wasn’t referring to that at all, and now he has a bruise in his chest in the shape of my fist.

ARREST ME NOW, PLEASE.