Stomach flu took over the house.
Migraines dominated my world.
Bad news flooded in from left and right.
Girl drama escalated to new heights of ridiculousness.
Ran out of coffee.
Finally left the house and broke the heel on my favourite pair of boots.
Got a big old blister from the back up boots.
Lawn mower broke so our over grow lawn is officially the worst on the block.
Dog threw up on the carpet. Clearly she had been eating Poo. Poop vomit is a whole new level of disgusting. Good times.
…but now a new week.
A wicked storm is brewing I can feel it. I’m counting on the super moon and the thunderstorm to set things right in the suburbs.
We declared war on the stomach flu in this house, and dare I say I think we have beaten it?
I doubled my headache drugs and am feeling a little dizzy. I’ll take it.
I am done with bad news. I simply refuse to hear anymore. Good news must follow bad.
My girl has dried her tears and is putting last week behind her. Sh*t happens. Live and learn. You do the best you can with the knowledge you have. Forgive, forget, be kind, smile, be happy, and all that jazz. I will take a page from her book and do the same.
Hubby brought me coffee this morning. HUGE points for him.
I decided a broken heel on my boots simply means it’s time to buy a new pair of boots.
We got that lawn mower started and now have the greenest grass on the block! (This development may be because we mowed over the piles of dog poo. No more afternoon snacks for puppy, no more poopy dog vomit on my carpet)
This week Monday will be my favourite day of the week!