And hoping to find a soft landing. Yikes. The past 2 weeks has been mentally and physically draining. Getting 2, TWO, girls ready for school, Oakley's 6 week growth spurt, a 3 year old with a stomach flu from hell, organizing extra curricular activities, prepping for daycare to start back up .....
Breathe .... on top of keeping up with (or not) daily life. My head is spinning and my wine cupboard is empty. I keep saying I need to stay up later and finish more after the kids are in bed, but 9:00 rolls around and the basket of unfolded laundry laughs at me as I pull out the wine cork and mutter
fuck it under my breath.
Now I will pat myself on the back for the things I did manage to check off my ever growing To Do list and take my slightly buzzed self to bed to read some trashy Sylvia Day. Because nothing makes you feel better than reading about someone else's (fiction or not) hot sex life while you leak breast milk onto your m&m nightgown.
