Me at 8pm : Sweet! It's a beautiful night! I'm can't wait to get the
kids in bed and spend some quality time with my awesome husband!
Me at 8:30: I just have to milk these goats and corral the bottle
babies.... oh, and lock up the chickens... and these chickens... and I
just have to collect the guinea eggs from across the street... oh, and
the ones in mom's hydrangeas...
Me at 9:30: I just need
to tuck in the girls... and at least stick all the nasty dishes on the
counter into the sink... and oh crap, make a copy of Jeff's birth
certificate... and don't we need to sign and scan something to
so-and-so?
Me at 10:00: Dear Lord, please tell me I don't have
to IRON. I married this man because a) he's hot b) he doesn't really
argue with me cause he's busy thinking about other stuff and c) he
looked like I'd probably never have to iron anything. How do I even DO
this?
Me at 10:42: My back hurts, I am depressed by the
level of disaster around me, I feel like a frumpy over-domesticated warn
out momma, and I just want to fall asleep in fetal position with my
clothes and shoes on.
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