You know those weeks when you are so stressed, you don’t know whether you’re coming or going? That you’re so overwhelmed, you feel dizzy? That if just one more thing comes up, you might actually scream out loud?
Yeah, I’m having one of those weeks.
So is Ryan.
He might actually have it rougher than me, though, because FOUR terrible things happened to him yesterday.
1. He had to leave his two favorite balls at daycare.
2. I did not have a cup of water waiting in the car for him on the ride home.
3. His mean father served him ravioli instead of crackers and hummus for dinner.
4. His mean mother expected him to wear pajamas to bed.*
But we’re getting our “happy” back today, if it’s the last thing we do.
*We did manage to reach a compromise on this one: pants, no shirt.