It’s 8:45. I’ve broken up 3 fights, dealt with 2 meltdowns (I feel number 3 coming any minute now), and been sassed at once.
Today’s supposed to be a day off, right?
Good thing they’re cute (how many time have I said that now?)
and we’re off to my mom’s. Maybe she’ll have an IV of wine waiting for me?
Happy Labor Day!!
PS – I still don’t know how you stay at home moms do it!!