So naturally, it seems like a brilliant idea — especially when you're leaving the grocery store
exhausted and starving
after a
long day at work and those cute little faces easily twist your arm.
I didn't sleep well, hustled into the office via a mailbox delivery to my ex's place of the youngest's homework and orange clothes for Harmony
Day, listened to a message on my phone from the eldest's school about her fringe being too
long (WTF FFS), bolted home
after work to let the fur babies inside, bolted back to
work for an office dinner (that's the gang in the main pic), realised on the way home that I need to be
at a
work function on Wednesday morning
at 6.30 am... which is the youngest's birthday; had a major panic attack over the youngest waking up parentless on her 11th birthday; sent a frantic message to my ex asking if he could come over
at 6.30 am on Wednesday; chatted briefly to an
exhausted DD as he drove home from
work at 9.30 pm; felt my stomach drop slightly when he said «just don't blog about the howling dogs»; pointed out that those sort of suggested edits needed to be made MUCH earlier to avoid appearing in the blog...