Sometimes

Sometimes you are just so done with the day. Sometimes something so small can put you in a horrible mood and make you want to lick yourself in a closet and cry. Sometimes you accidentally leave the stove on high while you switch the laundry around and you burn a dinner that was supposed to be easy. Sometimes you have to sit there and eat a whole pot of burnt spaghetti that you made too much of in the first place. Sometimes you try to do something nice and forget the cookies in the oven cause you forgot to reset the timer after you took the last batch out. Sometimes you wonder how you are supposed to take care of a newborn in less than two weeks when you keep having days like this. I don’t feel like I’m going to be a good mom. I don’t know how I’m going to handle raising a kid. Having something so important and fragile be dependent on me for 18 years. I have to be able to keep this baby alive. Then raise them through all the stages of childhood into adult hood and make sure I give provide them with all the tools to become successful adults. I’m only 19… I’m still trying to figure out all of this stuff. I don’t even know how to file taxes cause they don’t teach that in schools and now I have to keep a whole other entity alive. I am excited to have my baby but I’m so scared. I’m 38 weeks she could come any day now. That’s terrifying… sometimes most of the time, I’m afraid of how I’m going to do this.