Do you ever have one of those weeks that just completely sucks? Where every traffic light you pass turns red, the kids constantly fight and your fat jeans feel tight? The highlight of my week was when my kids mistook eggplant rollatini for pizza and cleaned their plates. That should tell you something.
I am sure that my week wasn’t really that bad, but I am too tired to be able to remember any of the nice things. The moments that are in my head:
- Addy coughing like Typhoid Mary from 9pm-11pm.
- Giorgie keeping discotech hours and wanting me to dance between her room and mine.
- Doing the horizontal lambada ALONE while sneaking out of their rooms.
And if that wasn’t enough, the damn sewer workers have woken me up at 6:30am every day AND made me go three days without a shower. (My apologies to anyone who saw me today).
But it is finally Friday and I have decided to abandon the glass half-empty mentality in favor of a glass full of wine. Unfortunately, this still stands between me and quitting time:
THE FORECAST FOR MY COMMUTE TO THE DAYCARE…BY BIKE
So my apologies to my friend Molly. I told her I would meet her for the Shop-In evening in Delft and split prosecco. I am so tired that I forgot that I am too tired to come. I’m staying home to curl up with the Salvatore boys instead. Well, them and wine. Lots of wine.
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