Evening update

I wish I could tell you that my day went better after I wrote that stress-laden post. I will tell you that my day did eventually improve.

At 9PM. After I put the boys to bed.

Sooooo many times I just wanted to crawl back in bed and hide under the covers screaming “I’m NOT DA MAMA!” but I persevered, AND (bonus points) didn’t kill anyone in the process.

And no, I’m not gonna go into detail, because I really don’t want to relive it, thankyouverymuch.

Tomorrah is anothah day.