So I pushed my way out the door this morning. Hard. Actually took muscle.
Muscle that I wasn't ready to use.
So I used my resources.....
Which nobody liked.
Except for me.
So I ate more than I should have.
And now feel pretty blah about.
We don't really know when her birthday is.
And while I don't have pictures to prove anything....I just broke up a physical altercation between the two youngest.
It wasn't pretty.
Of course, everyone was being all tough till they got caught.
Then tears and "did you see what she did to me?"
And all that girl stuff.
Their room looks like the blizzard hit there. Right smack in the middle of it.
And I'm tired.
Still wearing same clothes I was this time yesterday.
I've been busy all the live-long day around here, but certainly didn't get a thing done that I wanted to.
But I did have birthday cake.
And cheeseburger sliders.
So that is something.