Drew’s been, um… er… unavailable this week (more on that later)… and I worked yesterday and when I came home and realized that even after 10 hours at work I still had MORE work to do at home I wanted to die.
Sadly, I didn’t.
I still had to take out the trash.
And my kids bounded in at 6 am and I have work staring at me again today.
I could’ve kissed the neighbor girl for putting them to bed. That was money well spent on my part.
Anyway, what my rambling words are trying to say is that if Drew dies we are all screwed.
I can’t support him if he isn’t home to take out my trash.
And that is all.
If you are a single stay at home mom my hat is off to you.
And even if you’re a full time working mom I also take my hat off to you. It’s not for the faint of heart.
And in other news, — why, in the name of all that is good and holy, will my kids not play outside for more then 3 minutes without me?