Guess who is winning the 3.5 year old war against my sanity.
Yup, the muscle man. Working all day is one thing. Coming home to scramble up 2-3 meals and get a child bathed who is NOT interested…completely another. All day I was counting down hours to get home. By 7:03pm (a mere 40 minute after actually arriving home) I was ready to just go back.
What. Happened? Christmas? Too many presents? Too much attention? Who knows. But I’m already thinking of crawling into bed and sleeping this day away.
Ain’t it the truth? Work is by FAR the easier of the HOMEwork!!! Pleasant dreams and extra strength for another day…