Three months into motherhood and it's starting to really exhaust her. She thought being at home can give her enough time, she thought she can finally get back into writing but all it has been are early mornings, one hour of trying to feed Jack (if he even likes the food to begin with), then it'll be a few hours of playing with the baby while doing a bit of house chores here and there, and then nap time. She looks forward to nap time because it gives her time to just be by herself, catch up on sleep. But today, Jack decided not to nap and by the time dinner came around, he also didn't want to sleep. "Oh my god, just fucking eat..."
she grumbled, getting so frustrated before snatching the food bowl away from the high chair and throwing it on the sink. "You don't want to eat, fine! You don't get to eat!"
She starts frantically wiping the kids hands because he was just playing with the food and he starts to cry loud enough that she didn't hear Mitch walk through the door. She didn't even realize that she was on the verge of tears.