Of course you are. I mean, what’s NOT to be proud of? (I’m proud of me. So LIE, people.) I realized that part of the reason I can’t get anything done in the evening is because, well, I’m tired. And Joshua won’t let me. He wants to sit in my lap and watch Yo Gabba…
the universe is out to get me
I cannot even believe I’m even sort of thinking of posting this
But, in the spirit of sharing, I will. And I am going to sincerely hope my Mama (and my husband) don’t have heart attacks at the end of this post. (However, I AM the beneficiary on both of their life insurance policies so, errmm…I mean…don’t die, you two. Mmkay?) I need to get organized. Like,…
Super Sunday. Yes, I’m starting a meme.
My frame of mind today is not being helped by the fact that my child has been up since 6:00 this morning (new time, not old, but 7:00 is still early for a Sunday) and has decided he will not eat food and wants to wear one shoe and be carried around the house pointing…
Excuse you, doctor lady. RUDE.
Remember how my PA wants me to have a sleep study? Well, today was my consultation for the sleep study. I left work a few minutes early so I could get out of the parking lot before school traffic consumed me and made me late. I got there early. I’m never early. Early means waiting. …