Sometimes life is like a bad run at the craps table. You were up a few $1000 and then BAM .. you are digging lint out of your pockets to survive another round. Worse yet, you get thrown out of the casino .. shoeless and penniless.
Ok, maybe that is a little hyperbole-filled, but still. Thus is my last few days. My son has now decided that waking up multiple times a night for no apparent reason makes PERFECT sense. Every day I had plans to go for a much-needed run, it has rained thus killing my exercise mojo. Then this morning, I stepped in a pile of dog throw-up and when I went to go get stuff to clean it up, I returned to find my son PLAYING IN IT. Vomit. And by 'vomit', I mean 'I wanted to … '.
So, now it is raining, I am feeling like Tuesday is kicking my ass already and it's only 9:00 in the morning. My apathy has reached epic proportions. Suggestions?
I might have also ranted about this here:
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Upstatemomof3
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Ranting Mommy
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Kelly
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Ranting Mommy
