Moar news: Hope any potential swains are down with conjugal visits
|Don’t make me go Face-Ripper Monkey on you|
See, I had this day planned. I was going to get my nails done (which is not particularly fun, because they are fake–it’s not like getting a manicure), run a couple of errands and…here’s the good part…get a massage. But I was so looking forward to this day because it meant a few hours of just me time. So I wake up this morning to find out, no, not only do I not get to do these things but I am being left alone to tend to the baby. I really feeling like murdering someone. This is is not how I saw this going. I know this is usually a humor blog, but I am genuinely crestfallen, and I just feel beaten down. Literally. See, I never get a chance to stretch after exercising, because there’s always a bottle to make or a diaper to change or baby to calm RIGHT NOW. Plus, I have back issues from my unnatural love of the computer/Photoshop, and lugging around a baby who does not self-entertain a lot. Also there’s this. There’s really no part of my body that is not in pain by the end of every week. I needed this for many reasons. And now…this week will end in MUH-DAH!
Hope I look good in orange.