Terrible to admit it, but there are those days when I am simply counting the hours until my son goes to bed, and this was one of them. It's not that he was especially bad today; it's just that I woke up tired and never got my wind back. And with fatigue came some gloomy thoughts about how my life is disappearing into a long dark tunnel lined with diapers, mucus and pureed prunes, and echoing with the music of "Wheels on the Bus."
Right now I'm eating Pepperidge Farm Milano double chocolate cookies and drinking Glenfiddich, and somehow, things are looking brighter. (I've broken two of my rules for the blog with this post--never whine about my personal life and never advertise any brand names whatsoever. So be it.)
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