I survived major surgery last week. I survived a visit from my mother. I survived telling the lady at Target that unless she wanted to babysit my kid while I tried on clothes, that she better let us take a toy in the dressing room. I survived my husband being gone 5 days now, holding down the fort while recovering from said surgery.
I think I could maybe be a rock star at least for this much. Also did not tip today at olive garden, my first major day out since, again, said surgery, because waiter charged me $6 for ALFREDO SAUCE.
is this america? do we now pay taxes on sauces?
Uht uh.
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Life as a working single-but not anymore-engaged mommy raising a three year old toddler and maintaining sanity all with a smile and style to boot. We play and work and clean up and make messes and make mistakes and give kisses and love being together. We pick out cakes and dresses and flowers and we love being loved. Really, truly loved.
1 comment:
I would like to personally say that you are, indeed, a rock star. Quite frankly, the idea of charging $6 for alfredo sauce is ridiculous, but the Target dressing room toy Nazi is just insane. Props to you for surviving!
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