We are trying to survive the Easter, my birthday and Mother’s Day combo at our house. It’s going really well. For me. Obviously.
Well, maybe Easter not so much… but we did have our annual WHO-THE-FUCK-HAS-TIME-FOR-THIS-SHIT?! family meeting. As a result I am going to re-new my weekly meetings with the therapist and Dennis will get more involved with family holiday planing and work on being a more present father. See? I got this whole working-mother thing under control.
In summary, I would like to forget the Easter of 2011. So there is that.
Last Saturday I turned 32, which is not even a real number… It’s like I’m still 31 only a year older. Make sense? I thought so.
If I could I would just fast-forward this week to Sunday, because for my Mother’s Day I’m getting the WHOLE DAY TO MYSELF. As in
UNICORNS EATING CAKE POPS
AND MINIATURE GIRAFFES ON MY LAP
kind of day.
Which clearly is the best Mother’s Day gift in the history of all gifts.
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