I know last time I wanted to go to the bathroom unaccompanied. Today, I want to be a hermit. I want to curl up on the couch, eat brownies until I'm ill, and watch the America's Next Top Model marathon on VH1. If this is going to be what all my Saturdays feel like for the next 17 weeks, I may just skip them all together.
I love my children. They are my reason for getting out of bed everyday (literally and figuratively). They are the most precious gifts I've been given. I know this. And yet today, I just want to be left alone.
B.B. was caught this morning attacking my freshly baked batch of brownies (that were not even cool enough to ice) with a whisk. He demolished them. I iced them anyway. (Sorry, Inkling. I forgot about the food thing.)
The kids bedrooms are trashed & I'd rather load everything into trash bags than clean them. I'm sorry, I'm going to stop now.
I wonder if Amazing Grace is playing at the movies in town...
1 comment:
sweety..I wish I was there to help out and take the kids for a bit for you to have a break. I would make you a double batch of brownies with milk for dunking. Hope your day gets better.
Hugs.
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