I have been slacking the past few days and haven’t written much. I have an upper respiratory infection. If my husband was suffering with this runny nose, sore throat and cough I would have to deal with his insufferable whining. He would have moped around in the “feel sorry for me” robe. I bought him a robe to wear from the bathroom to the bedroom. It is meant to be a cover up so my children aren’t scarred for life. It became an article of clothing.
I want to crawl into bed until tomorrow. I don’t have that luxury because I am a mother. So, in between hosting house guests for Thanksgiving, caring for three children and a dog, I am exhausted. I had enough energy to scroll through Facebook to see how my friends spent the holiday. Instead of seeing pictures of Instagram(ed) turkey I found this video. It reminded me of the day I went bananas on another driver. I was driving with my son in the car when a b**** in a Mercedes cut me off. I don’t know what got into me, but I followed her for several miles until I realized I was being a psycho. This ends much better: