|Does this look like she's wrapped in a giant hand? No? Just me?|
I'm tired. Actually tired. like I need sleep, tired. I'm also exhausted like I haven't stopped moving since I got up this morning. Probably because I haven't stopped moving since I got up this morning.
Then I'm mentally tired because...do I even want to get into Liam breaking our only TV and all the frustrations that come along with that? I really don't think so.
I'm just kind of done today. And they don't care.
Because they're kids.
Anyway, I kind of hit my limit today, and I'm not surprised with how long it took me to get there, I'm disappointed that I didn't hit it sooner.
I'm done. I have not been on my game at all. Not with making sure the kids were doing everything they were supposed to, not with the housework, not with the dog, not with our finances. I've been on top of nothing.
This is why I'm not an "expert" blog.
But today I'm over it. The reason I've spent all day moving is because it is time to knuckle down.
And I had three open houses for five kids. They went swimmingly, by the way.
So tomorrow is a new day, where I will be up bright and early, and my children will likely not be that happy with me, because playtime is over.
That said, I'm going to feel so much better. And maybe once my brain has unclouded itself, I'll be able to write something much more interesting.
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