I've got nothin' to say
It is 7:15 p.m. and I'm about to take a shower. I'm still in the clothes I wore to bed last night. I guess you could call them pajamas, but they would be considered work-out clothes too, if you worked out in them. I didn't. I wanted to and had every intention to work-out today. But I was a Mom instead. I didn't get anything done except, the kitchen cleaned, the laundry washed (not folded yet), the kids fed and bathed, chicken enchildadas ready when Jeff got home (what a sight his wife was), a lot of thank you notes written, and some research done on lodging for a senior girls trip later this summer.
Yes, I was pretty productive, but sitting here at 7:15 p.m., in my p.j.s with my hair up in a scraggly pony tail and makeup smudged under my eyes, makes me feel so... blech.
Hmph.
Yes, I was pretty productive, but sitting here at 7:15 p.m., in my p.j.s with my hair up in a scraggly pony tail and makeup smudged under my eyes, makes me feel so... blech.
Hmph.