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today was one of

THOSE days.

ya know those days?

days where
after a long,
emotionally exhausting afternoon
you passively opt to have
mac-n-cheese for dinner,
{per the 3-year-old's request}
'cause you just can't think of anything to cook,
nor do you want to spend 10 precious doll-hairs
on equally-as-barfish fast food.

and then,
when you go to pour in the milk...
the jug annoyingly reads: use by june 7th.

ps: it's june 23rd.

crap!
it's june 23rd!
*car payment is due.

so you visit your laptop to pay your car payment.

and then you head to granny's
to borrow 1/4 cup of blasted milk.
['cause all three of you are sporting pjs &
you may or may not have dried baby barf on your shoulder.]

during the 1/2 mile jaunt to granny's,
your beautiful curly headed daughter
{of course} falls into a deep pre-bedtime slumber.

ya know: 'cause she's given up naps.
{the honeymoon is indeed over.}

but she needs to eat her dinner,
or else she'll inevitably wake up at 3am:
"mommma, i soooooooo hungry.
my tummy hurts.
you make me some mac & cheese?"
{you know this from experience, after experience.}

so
{to avoid middle of the night mac & cheese parties}
you lovingly yell:
"chlo! wake up!
let's get some milk so we can make your m&c!"

she wakes up.
you pull in front of granny's.
chloe gets out of the car.
and proceeds to sprall herself in the grass & fall asleep.
great.

granny to the rescue!
{she gives you a half gallon & a hug & lots of motherly encouragement.}
+smarties for chloe to keep her conscious.
*tender mercies are real.

back to grandpa dunn's where you're housesitting.
bust out the mac & cheese.

chloe wants to sit in the high chair.
"whatev."

you run upstairs to change the other babe's
explosion-of-a-diaper.

and come back into the kitchen to this:


i love my life.
i don't love mac & cheese.

tomorrow will be a better day.
{i promise.}