Hello everybody and welcome to Humble and Hungry. I'm your friend Natalie Pouchet. Welcome back. Happy Monday. It's a brand new week. Oh, please Lord, baby Jesus, make it a good one.

A couple of updates before our guest today, which I'm actually very excited about, but I'll tell you a little bit about her in a little bit.

So Riley was in Miami over the weekend while I was here stuck with my little child, who is an actual terrorist.

She's been home since what Wednesday, so she was home all day Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, just just mean her.

And, you know, I am used to her going to school and I'm used to our little routine of, you know, taking her to school.

Yes, she cries, but just, you know, then letting the teacher deal with her for a few hours and then having her back and then doing our little, you know, pick up routine.

So her being home all day all day is like, I'm sorry, it's just so painful. And I finally like lost it yesterday.

And I feel terrible. I'm not proud of it, but I think my mom was in the ER like twice because she had bronchitis.

And I swear her and Piper both got sick at the same exact time because they went swimming and I swear that it was almost like the next day they both started coughing and then my mom turned into bronchitis.

Piper, you know, still flummy in her chest, but better.

And then I'm still having to figure out the whole your situation her ears are red again. I don't know.

Anyway, so we go to the hanger and I'm telling the girls because Piper before we even left was just an actual nightmare.

Like she is full blown tantrums. She's, she just looks at me and stares at me and like gas lights me and then tells me that, you know, like, I'll ask her something and then like to do something and she goes, no.

And like, just dead, dead fucking faith, like dead straight in my face. And I'm like, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Like what? Like I'm your mother.

Yeah, like I just, I couldn't actually handle it yesterday and then I finally flipped and I just, I just yelled and they feel terrible.

And I used the F word. I was like, I'm so fucking tired.

Sort of like looked at me like, hmm, that's probably not a good word. I haven't heard you say it, but it's not a good word.

And I was just so, and I wasn't yelling at her. I was just more like yelling.

Oh, I'm so frustrated. And I was like, I can't do this right now. Like I'm so exhausted. Like I'm just exhausted. I'm exhausted.

And then a second later, a message is me, you know, drinking champagne and eating caviar at Formula One. I'm like, fuck you.

Get your ass home to this child of yours. And then I'm thinking, I'm not, I am not cut out to be a mom.

Like I have these thoughts all the time. Like this is not for me. I am not good at this. I don't know what I'm doing. I can't handle this emotional abuse.

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