Exhausted
I really hate saying I'm tired. Or exhausted. Or anything that falls into those categories.
But, today I really am. Mentally and physically.
The worst part about it is that I don't even know why.
Maybe it's because it's after 6:30 and I'm doing laundry, waiting for my daughter to clean her room and sort of dreading bath time.
I'm just going to forget about it all and as soon as the kids are I bed, I'm going to eat cookies. Like, a whole fucking box of them.
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