The boy was up all night. And of course, Hubby wasn't here to help me so I was exhausted and cranky when Kiddo came bouncing into my room this morning. This was one of those days - the kind that makes me seriously contemplate selling the kids off to the circus or running away by my self to Tahiti. Or Greece. Or Hawaii. Just somewhere far, far away.
I don't want to get into the details of it, but combine my sleepless night with a cranky mood and a four year old who doesn't listen, then add in for flavor a dash or two or three of spilled applesauce, chocolate milk and baby spit up and you have a recipe for disaster. (or the loony bin)
I am so glad this day is about over. Hopefully tonight is a better night. I promise my posts will get more interesting. I just need to get some sleep soon.
Until,
D :(
1 comment:
Hey Thelma. You grab the car. I'll write up some lame good-bye letter to our kids about why it is that we need to get away from them (sometimes). What do you think?
-Louise
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