I hate my house. I hate living here and I feel like I'm in prison.
What're you going to do though, right? To quote one of my favorite Disney movies, Meet the Robinsons, "Keep moving forward"...
So I am. But I'm pooped. Utterly, completely pooped.
But at least my kids are still adorable. In fact, they and my dear sweet cookie making hubby are all that hold me together on most days recently.
God, I love them so much. Thank You for letting me borrow them so that my life isn't as abysmally crappy as it could be.