It’s 11 o’clock on Friday night. The weekend, as we had planned it, was a total fail as of 5p., when we decided to ditch out trip to the Poconos to save CK from further teething hell.
Three rough nights of snotty stuffiness, have led to unrest and irritation on the parental end. We are doing out best to cope… This has helped immensely:
At least we can laugh at our delirium.
If only Samuel L. could narrate my day with such conviction, small tasks would have so much more dignity. “Run the f*cking vacuum, Wash the f*cking dishes” That soothing voice would be hard to refute.
I am SO close to the finish. I need your input, if you are so inclined.
I know they are practically the same thing, but which do you prefer, or if you hate it, I’d like to hear why!