Tuesday

Oh. My. God. Sometimes being a parent is like Chinese water torture. It's not the big things, it's the drip. drip. drip. That finally makes you seriously consider dropping the kids off somewhere safe and going away for a day. Or 5.  Also, my oldest can be completely responsible for his lunch today. And WHERE is the freaking fettuccine alfredo and brownies when I NEED IT?!?!?!

These are the days when I wish my husband actually enjoyed a 9-5 job. But he doesn't. So we will muddle through on our own today. And we won't even eat out. I might bake cookies.

And don't get all angry and self righteous and tell me to "Enjoy every minute!" or "So many people would love to have your troubles." Yes. I know that. Now shut up and throw me a cookie. Actually, give me a restaurant gift card and a babysitter. For a week.

And this stream of conscious rant is over. Brought to you by the woman that set expectations far too high for the day. Somehow I thought we'd get up, straighten up the apartment, do schoolwork at the park, and have a picnic. Maybe go to the pool later this afternoon. You know, hard stuff that we never do. :/  (By the way, that's sarcasm. We do these things ALL. THE. TIME.)

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