Yesterday was a bad day. I was tired ALREADY.
I was doing what needs to be done (laundry and such) when I found out we were having a showing today.
Showings in the morning are the WORST for me.
I have to get everything super clean and ready the night before... but... then still have to manage all the kids, breakfast, bathroom, beds, etc in the morning.
So last night at 8:15 while I was (literally) on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor, Mr F calls.
To tell me about driving a $150,000 BMW home from work. And the dinner The Cougar made for him. And the sports car he's bringing home to impress my cousins. And the dinner at my Aunt's. And the dinner at my brother's.
"Enjoy the life I wish I was living... but... AM NOT." Mrs F says to Mr F near tears.