It's now morning. My voice sounds like a hairy man named Steve. I imagine Steve is not an attractive man and has lived all of his 42 years on this earth in his mother's basement with his action figures. It sucks to be Steve.
Trying to get your two children ready for school when you sound like Steve and feel like Bertha's punching bag is not at all an easy task. I'm pretty sure I'm failing horribly and my children will look like vagabonds today. All I know is that they'll live. When I'm feeling more like myself I'll make it up to them and make their hair extra cute. I might even iron a pair of pants.
I'm hopeful that today I'll be able to get at least a two hour nap. I'm also hopeful I see at least one Richard Pryor movie I haven't seen before. We'll see how that goes.
I'm rambling. My brain is foggy. I'm going to lay here for ten minutes and pretend I have no responsibilities.
I'll keep you posted on my progress.
~until next time
Working a full time job, raising two daughters, attempting to have a social life, trying to make my family proud, and trying to make myself proud are things I do every day. I'm now beginning my journey of giving. This is step one.