I didn’t set my alarm last night.
I didn’t work out this morning and I was bummed about it.
We moved Weston to a big boy car seat. He looks tiny in it.
I sat Waylon on the counter to put his shoes on this morning. He fell off and hit his head.
I yelled “Get in the effing house” through gritted teeth.
These last two days I cannot eat enough or get full enough.
I stopped for breakfast this morning at a fast food joint.
I was late for work.
I got all sorts of frustrated at work.
I wasn’t a fan of this day.
