Do you ever have one of those days. The kind of day where everything starts out all wrong and gets worse as the day goes on? The kind of day where you wake up on time, but yet still manage to run late and miss the bus. The kind of day where no one seems to be home? The kind of day when your kids melt your heart and then you have to leave them for nine straight hours. When all you think about all day is them, and whether your job is really worth it. When you miss them so badly you would trade 8.60 an hour just to cuddle with your babies and hear your son say "lub you too mama" The kind of day where all you want to do is go home lay down and wake up in the morning, but then you are informed that you are going to a shin-dig instead. The kind of day when all of the muscles in your body ache and you just want to own a bath tub big enough to soak your fat ass in. The kind of day where your baby usually goes to sleep with no problem, but cries as you type your blog entry. The kind of day where at last you are the only one home and there isn't a single sound (once you get your baby to sleep, that is.) You've been waiting for this moment for a year and a half and all you can do is lay on your bed hoping not to be the loser that falls asleep at 9 on a Friday night.
Ugh. Yeah, it's been one of those days.