Today was one of those days. You know those days when the thing you want most in the world is to be at home with your family relaxing........but the harsh reality of it is that you won't be home until 830, tired, grouchy, and in total need of a full body massage, a bottle of wine, and a piping hot bubble bath.
Today was one of those days.
But I am finally home. Hair is up, wine glass is full, candles are lit, and pimple medicine is on (hopefully combatting this huge mountain of disgusting puss that is protruding from my chin). TMI? Tough luck. I've had to walk around with this thing for the last 2 days. Trust me, I am one grouchy mama.
Uh oh, I feel a rant coming on. **PLEASE BE WARNED- this is your one and only opportunity to lace up those Nike's and sprint for the hills. If you so foolishly choose to stay behind and take your chances, I cannot promise there will be any survivors.
I am a strong woman and a full believer in independence, strength, paving the way, not relying on a man, paying your own bills, blah blah blah. Beyonce is my homegirl (I wish) and her songs are my anthem. But you know what?? Independent women get tired too. They want foot rubs, romantic dinners, surprise LV bags and Louboutin shoes. I want! I work hard. I sacrifice. I want!! When is it my turn to be spoiled and not running around crazy tired, shuttling kids from one practice to another, while keeping the house clean, and the laundry done, all while working a 9-5 full time job, and struggling to build a business on the side? When?
Whoa. Wine induced/exhaustion haze is slowly lifting.
I look around at my beautiful, sleeping children. In my newly remodeled, practically brand new house. With the laundry going in my brand new (I totally didn't need) washer and dryer. And my comfortable, familiar empty bed, calling my name. While my bf works a 24 hr/always on call shift, waking up at 2am emergency, no sleep night.
Independence? Who needs it?! I'm exhausted and grouchy. And I'm the happiest girl in the world.
Wine, pimples, and life,
XoXo
