The truth is...

The truth is I'm just annoyed.

The truth is I'm overwhelmed.

The truth is I feel cheated.

The truth is I just want the world to turn off - even if just for one day. No, even if just for 5 minutes.

The truth is I'm so proud of my boys.

The truth is sometimes, I'm embarrassed of them too.

The truth is I'm tired of putting on a brave front.

The truth is I cry myself to sleep more than I admit - even to myself.

The truth is sometimes I talk to almost strangers about how proud I am or how awesome they are.

The truth is being a parent, to any child, is hard work.

The truth is I loved fried food. (Sorry Ash)

The truth is I love veggies and fruit too. (See Ash it's not all bad)

The truth is I REALLY don't want anyone's sympathy.

The truth is when people find out we have a child with ASD and epilepsy and they give me the puppy eyes and tilted head look, I literally want to punch you in the face.

The truth is, sometimes I DO feel sorry for myself. But I sure as hell don't want YOU to feel sorry for me.

The truth is sometimes I just want to bitch about how unfair the world is.

The truth is I really wish I could keep my kids in a bubble.

The truth is I seriously love Martha Stewart. That b!tch gone gansta y'all.

The truth is I miss my own spare time.

The truth is I never ever considered how much work 3 kids would be.

The truth is I never considered how hard marriage would be.

The truth is I'm scared to love someone as much as I love my husband. But I do.

The truth is I'm tired. And I'm tired of saying I'm tired.

The truth is being a step mom is a totally and completely thankless job. If you're doing it right. If you're doing wrong - it's hell on earth (so I've heard )

The truth is I HATE being an outlier. All boys. Step mom. Kid with ASD. All outliers. Not the norm.

The truth is I was going for normal.

The truth is I have panic attacks semi-regularly worrying about the safety of my kids.

The truth is...I'd like to hear your truth.