A little background.
I am a stay at home mom. I have a 3.5 year old and a 3 month old. I love them and I love that I get to be home with them. I also do my best to keep up the house, do everybody's laundry, shower, work out, write, work part time for HurryDate, blah blah blah.
The story of every housewife. Right?
Anyway, both my kids were sick last week which kept me quarantined to my house and unable to see adults, the sun, or a shopping mall. Ya, it was tough. Really tough. I mean, sniff, I barely made it through....
My big outing? A one year old's birthday party. Once there I realized the opportunity I had before me. I was out of the house without kids! I had makeup and cute clothes on! And I was at a birthday party??? With kids??? It was Noah though, and he's worth it for sure. I mean, he's betrothed to my daughter, so it's more like a family function.
Anyway. After I left the party I called Jimmy to check in. I had only been gone
Me: Hey babe, how are things?
I thought today was going to be a relaxing day and it's not turning out
that way. Grump, grump, grump....." (he went on, but I tuned out.
Thanks dad for that useful skill!)
Me: Okay then, be home later. Bye.
Somehow instead of driving home though, my car took me to Ross. And then an hour and a cute purse later, I unknowingly ended up at
Purses, shoes, and clothes, OH MY! Flash forward a few hours after putting
mean it's been all day, and then taking care of Chloe and the house. I mean, I am going to lose it. I really am.
Have I mentioned that he hates that look?