This morning got off to what I’m going to call a rough start. And in my mind that’s mild for what I would actually like to call it. Because really? If I could’ve gone back to bed for a do-over, I would’ve. My toddler? Does not sleep through the night. And when he wakes up…
i need a nap
When my soul is weary, my sanity is weak
I’m only week one into Hellmonth and I’m weary, y’all. I’m tired. I’m stressed. It’s all going to be over soon, right? Right. I can do this, right? Right. I know I can. But nights like last night, when I walk in the door at 10:00 and there’s grading to be done and I’m freezing…
Zzzzzzzzzzz
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