I am too freaking tired to think of anything clever or witty to blog about today.
My head is pounding, the house is wrecked, the laundry is backed up, my Thursday Shows are on tonight and I still haven't caught up from the shows LAST week, and I indulged in some retail therapy this afternoon, which my husband is not going to be very pleased about.
So instead of witty and clever, I give you this:
My head is pounding, the house is wrecked, the laundry is backed up, my Thursday Shows are on tonight and I still haven't caught up from the shows LAST week, and I indulged in some retail therapy this afternoon, which my husband is not going to be very pleased about.
So instead of witty and clever, I give you this:
And then while I took her pants off to clean up the mess, she used my face for leverage and smeared Oreo into my right eye.
Oh, and when I put the kids to bed early and thought my hellish day was over? I sat down to enjoy some "Survivor" and landed on a wet, black, chewed up glob of Oreo on my couch. You know, just for good measure and all.
Now. Who's up for some babysitting???
7 Comments:
If I were a) closer and b) not pregnant, I would totally give you a day (or three) off. Unfortunately, I'm not closer or un-pregnant, so you'll just have to trust me on that one.
*hugs*
If I were a) closer and b) not pregnant, I would totally give you a day (or three) off. Unfortunately, I'm not closer or un-pregnant, so you'll just have to trust me on that one.
*hugs*
I feel your pain.
I feel. your. pain.
(Try more retail therapy. It has to get better at some point.)
She's too cute! I wish I were closer, and I'd share my Oreo's with her while you went to retail therapy.
Those Oreos look so good!
I might look the same way after eating Oreos.
I might look the same way after eating Oreos.
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