So I'm baking muffins, without the little muffin cups, mind you. And I'll be damned if I'm dragging my kid back out in the fripping downpour that has become our Monday. I would not usually be baking whilst my child screams and holds onto my mud-spattered leg. But tomorrow is the extravaganza also known as Muffins for Moms and I've got to be prepared...
This has been a good week fraught with alot of bad things. I'm tired and stressed and sad--yet I've been in a helluva good mood.
As I sit here. Eli is pulling all of my horror dvd's off the shelf onto the floor. He's having a hard night. He's clingy and tired and teething. I am torn between picking him up to comfort him and having a few moments of time to myself. I just got to vacuum and play Eli's favorite game of can I attack mommy's Dyson while she tries to vacuum. Argh.
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