Someone had a birthday party over the weekend.
It was so fun.
A lot of sugar was consumed in a 48-hour time period.
Someone has been in post-party meltdown this Monday morning.
I won’t tell you who. Because it’s me.
It’s raining. It’s dark. I’m tired. They’re calling for snow. On a Mother’s Day Out day.
I need to escape.
The kids have been loud.
No one hears me when I yell, “don’t use your outside voice!”
The irony of that statement is not lost on me.
I have an idea. The TV is on. Just for a little while.