Poor little bean. Five hours! I'm not even joking. I hate feeling like this, but the consensus is that in my current state, I can't be expected to bounce right back from going mach 5 dawn to dusk at Disney World for four days straight. My body has even been so kind as to contact some delightfully vague sickness as a plea for me to rest a bit. Grrrrrrr. Body? Have you met me?? It is physically impossible for me to rest if my house is icky or I have shish I need to be doing.
Well, after five futile hours, Matt came home, made dinner (again) & told me to take Sylvie to PetSmart and have them finish her up.
Here are the shockingly non-fluffernutter results.
To summarize: shiddy day, I'm exhausted, my husband is marvelous, please bless tomorrow is better.
- Posted from my iPhone