I'm cookie cutter... I'm painted rubber... And I've got a mouth.

I've been writing the wrong date on documents all day. I'm bored and uninspired. I don't know what I want or what I'm doing. And I feel like I'm dragging Hannah down with me. I need to figure it all out. I want to feel free to give up on planning and live each day freely and just relax. But I feel that by doing so, I'll be a bad parent. I feel like she needs me to have a "plan".

I'm beginning to fear that my cookie cutter dream isn't cut out for me.