Blech. PMS day.
Zion's being a terror.
We started the morning off with no diaper (under his jammies - he hasn't done that before). I couldn't figure out why his jammies were wet.. figured he'd gotten in the shower with daddy or something. Nope - by the time I realized it, we were both covered in pee.
Stepped in cat poop in the laundry room trying to get the screen door to shut - something's broken and now it WON'T close, so it just keeps banging against the back of the house and scaring the living daylights out of me.
Christmas lights are a tangled mess, and Zion keeps trying to help me untangle them. Thanks, buddy.
Didn't get the trash out on time, so I get to kick the trash bags around for another week.
I wish Mike was home. ;(
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3 comments:
Holey smokes Sara. When it rains it pours in your house! Hope your day gets better. Oh and by the way, I just couldn't imagine that sweet little boy of yours being a terror.
oh, it's yucky over here too, maybe it's the weather. Nothing is going well!
Feel better soon!
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