This email I just sent to my Hubs sums up my afternoon in complete eloquence:
"Thank you for coming to my rescue. I just needed to hear a voice of sanity.
Opie barfed 4 times. He ate one of them before I could get to it.
He's in his kennel now.
And I'm going upstairs to crawl under the covers and pretend I don't have any responsibilities.
Come find me when you get home. Please."
Love, your exhausted, hormonal wife who is so on the edge of her own sanity today that she can't handle parading around the house with a roll of paper towels and a trash bag. Bah.
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