I did not have a good day.
I had NOT a good time in traffic, NOT a good time at work, NOT a good time in the stirrups.
This day got my blood pressure up to 130/80 and gave me a splitting headache. We won’t even dabble in the anxiety.
I made it home. I hugged my girls and kissed their precious cheeks. I lay in a pile of my furbabies and had all the lubbins. I worked the jigsaw puzzle with one hand and ate some cold pizza with the other. Eventually my husband came home and held me. I took Sassy to a party, picked up dinner, put on my comfies, ate that dinner, and then an amazing thing happened — Bubba and Simon have come to visit!
(It’s okay that I’m writing this — they’ve gone to the liquor store.)
Anyway, if you’re hangin on for a funny, I’m not sure I’ve got it, but, with evidence of restaurant food lingering on paper plates, and what with it bein nine o’clock and all, Bubba asked, “So I guess Simon and I should go get our own dinner tonight?”
We nodded and smiled.
Adult children are so cute.
Then I said, “Orrr, you could go buy all the groceries for the whole week! I’ll cook somethin up for y’all when you get back.”
I have super big plans for the weekend, and by big I mean, yeah, I will buy groceries…
The rest of the time, I will be engaged in a serious attempt at what people call relaxing. I’m not good at it, but goddammit, I try!
Have a great weekend!