The only thing I gave her was my curly hair and sassy attitude! Other than that, she's all Mr. Rambler.
Mr. Rambler's off on another work thing. Whatever.
Me, Woof Woof and Lil Rambler are holding down the fort. (eek, English professionals, I know, it should be Woof Woof, Lil Rambler and I....give this mama a break)
Mama is still working full time, shuttling back and forth between day care, worrying the dog will pee all over something new he hasn't if I don't get home, wondering if some home cleaning fairy will appear while I sleep and help me straighten the mess that is my home and concerned if she hears mama a zillion more times in a minutes worth of time span her brain might implode.
I turned into a zombie today. I downed a tall Espresso Truffle from Starbucks, a cup of work coffee, 2 Pepsi's and finally a Monster Energy drink to try to pep my step up.
Not even a pinkie toe's worth.
I fell asleep for a couple minutes on the work toilet.
There I said it. That's how tired I was/am still.
Thankfully, I left early. The shell of my body picked up the kid, drove home, spoke with a friend on how I have a new found respect for single parents. (SERIOUSLY, WOW) made play date/doggy date/lunch date with friend. Must remember, do NOT forget. You are tired. Someone remind me...Wait she reads me, so she'll remind me. Right Krissy?!? :)
And why do I find myself here blogging instead of sleeping?
I am asking myself the same question.
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