This happens on Fridays too. Normally I'd be at work but as I'm on Maternity leave I'm going to revel in these rare days of bliss.
No one calls my name a million times.
I don't have to utter "fuck this shit" under my breath.
I don't have to make juice under a terrorist demand.
I don't have to clear up the spilt juice.
I don't have to be negotiator over the Xbox.
I don't have to bribe anyone to eat their tea.
This list is endless...
Okay I have the baby with me, got to keep him alive but that's cool.
If he could talk he'd probably tell me I have baby sick on my shoulder, that I needed to wipe the mascara from my panda eyes and brush my hair. But he can't talk so HA! I win.
Happy Wednesday.
