I feel stupid at night.
Also, sometimes in the morning.
Also-also, when driving in the car, especially alone.
And sitting on the potty.
And standing in line at the supermarket sans kids.
Pretty much every time I have a chance to stop and think, I feel stupid, and I replay my every fault, real or imagined, on repeat.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I say to me, and, “I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU SAID THAT.” Or DID that. Or WORE that. Or ARE that. ...