I miss you. But I'm tired.
I had a great and welcome response to my uber-sale last week. And now I am cobbled by my children and a husband who decided I need to be tortured by said children by leaving me ALONE with them for 5 DAYS.
So I am writing, my dear blog, to tell you that you're my only friend. And I wish you could change diapers and wake up with the baby at 4:30 and 6 am. And that you could make his lunch and take the big kid to school tomorrow morning so that I could sleep in. And would it be too much to ask if you could rub my feet once in a while? Or how about making me a nice, strong martini? How about one for the kids, too?
That way we'd all get some sleep around here.