Feeling: inexplicably irritable, edgy, tearful.
Coping by: drinking a cup of coffee (don’t nag me about caffeine), eating Santa Barbara biscotti (not in moderation), and ignoring my child’s aria as she swings unwillingly in her swing long enough for me to have a little break.
She’s tired. I’m tired. I need another biscotti.
Aren’t baby swings the best? I hope you had a nice rest! Your little one is beautiful.
Peace!
Me too love as you know. We’re moving into a mercury retrograde. See you on the backside of February. No running with knives.
i hear you.
its been sickens for me.
but i feel I could snap if someone so much as though about looking at me in the slightest of wrong ways.
thank god for baby swings and biscotti.