I hate Thursdays. See that uber grumpy face on that otherwise adorable teddy bear? That's my face on a Thursday morning.
Don't get me wrong, Thursday has never really ever done anything to me. I just really don't like it. See, I bartend on Wednesday nights. When I get home, it is generally around 2:00 a.m. I need normally about another half hour to wind down, putting me in bed by 2:30. My alarm goes off at 6:30. Ugh.The babysitter drops my kids and her son (Little Buddy) off at 7:00. The Girl's BFF shows up around 7:05. I get to make breakfast for 4 kids and have 3 of them to school by 8:20. All I want to do is sleep.
Today, The Boy stayed home from school. He and Little Buddy watched cartoons while my lazy arse slept on the couch. The Boy even made lunch from Little Buddy and himself. They woke me at 12:00 to take Little Buddy to school. So here I sit, still in my jammies, a half a pot of coffee in me, telling you how much I hate Thursday. Thanks for listening ;)
