It’s only Tuesday, but it feels like it should be Friday.
I’m solo parenting while Daddy Bear is away on business, our washing machine died mid-load today, and my head strong toddler is being particularly stubborn about everything.
I’m tired and cranky.
I’m planning my dream spa getaway when the day finally comes when I can actually getaway (I predict 2 years from now, give or take).
Did I mention that I’m tired?
But, despite these not so great turn of events, I still get to spend my days with this crazy crew.
Still better than a 9-5 job.
Now, I just need to muster up the mental strength to survive until Friday. Piece of cake, right?
…famous last words.