A bit of complaining, if I may
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Let's just say you've had a really bad week:
All the traveling your husband has done the last several months has caught up to you.
You've got severe pain in one of your feet and you have no idea why.
Your skin is bleeding, it's so dry. And you moisturize ALL.THE.TIME.
You've been a really good girl and somehow managed to gain four pounds overnight.
You clean your house every day, and still it is a mess.
You foolishly cut your own bangs and they look absolutely horrible.
You cry for an hour on the phone to your husband about how frustrated and tired you are.
And as if that all wasn't enough?
YOU WAKE UP AND TODAY IS A SNOW DAY.
Heaven help me. Something has gotta give.
All the traveling your husband has done the last several months has caught up to you.
You've got severe pain in one of your feet and you have no idea why.
Your skin is bleeding, it's so dry. And you moisturize ALL.THE.TIME.
You've been a really good girl and somehow managed to gain four pounds overnight.
You clean your house every day, and still it is a mess.
You foolishly cut your own bangs and they look absolutely horrible.
You cry for an hour on the phone to your husband about how frustrated and tired you are.
And as if that all wasn't enough?
YOU WAKE UP AND TODAY IS A SNOW DAY.
Heaven help me. Something has gotta give.
