Instead of waking up as an 80 year old woman, I instead woke up as a 13 year girl. I've got the zits to prove it.
Apparently I squatted on the wrong green tube and was morphed back into teenage-dom. Speaking of which, all of you mother's who are battling temper tantrums, sleepless nights and diaper blow outs? Embrace them.
These are the easiest years of your life.
Trust me on this one. When that sleepless babe grows to a teenager, the stakes rise. Even the "good" stuff is heavy.
I'm nearly ready for Christmas...some gifts to wrap and some baking to do, but then BRING IT ON! My stress level is still through the roof, however. My neck tells me so by becoming so tight I can't help but take notice because it feels as though it is going to consume my brain in a cannabalistic fit of binge eating.
That's all. Goodnight.
Oh, but wait...because I love you, (back to the teenage stuff) may you never be blessed with having to be a part of the team meal the week of Christmas.