Waah!
It's not even 10:00 AM and already Charlotte has opened all the drawers on her dresser, causing it to tip over forward (don't worry Mom, nothing happened...), Victoria has fallen off the piano bench, her entire head is one giant booger, and she has been crying since the second she woke up. And all I can think is FOR THE LOVE OF MAN SOMEBODY BRING ME A DR. PEPPER.
Actually don't. I know you just laced up your running shoes and google mapped the nearest Maverick but I can't actually have a Dr. Pepper. Sigh. I haven't come out of the closet with my weight loss yet, but let's just say 42 pounds down, 23 to go. I can do it.
Labels:
Dr. Pepper,
parenting
3 comments:
You go girl. I hope the day gets better.
Whoa - it is a little scary to see my picture on your blog tracking my viewing pleasure . . . .
Anyway, you are a rockstar and I know the day will get better. Wanna trade for office drama? I am sure we can make that happen!
Congrats on the numbers and I know you can do it! (you big ispiration you!!)
23 to go! That's AWESOME!
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