I’d been having one of those weeks – completely consumed by my own miserable thoughts and emotions. Feeling like it’s taking much more effort than it should to just smile. So one night I decided that tomorrow would be an optimistic day! I pre-planned to wake up in the morning, do something fun, FEEL fun, happy, energetic! But things turned dark again and I was ready to revert back to miserable, psycho bitch, until…
My 2-year-old daughter, Evelyn, had just picked her nose then shoved her finger in my mouth.
So I’m sitting there…
Unintentionally chowing down on toddler snot.
In a living room half covered in flung spaghetti.
Braless because, well, my boobs just needed the rest.
Fighting with Evelyn to make sure she doesn’t climb behind the couch because I’ve just realised the dog’s pissed there in some kind of act of defiance (probably because I wouldn’t let him eat her ‘delicious’ shite out of the potty).