Oh my holy balls. Work shit is totally rocking my sanity right now and its pretty much all I can do not to yell continuously 'FOR THE LOVE OF GRAVY YOU ARE THE STUPIDEST PERSON ALIVE.' to MULTIPLE individuals.
Saving graces (only barely though) include: My "know when to fold'em, know when to hold'em" husband (hello! dozen roses out of the blue last Friday. He could totally tell I was about to encapsulate myself in a bell jar.) , my kid when he's not yelling "NO!!!!" at me or arguing with every thing I ask him to do (so...maybe an hour a day of actual enjoyable little kidness?) , exercise, playing music and sleep. (Sweet, sweet sleep. I want to go to there.)
Please note that beer is not on that list. I'm TRYING, y'all.
Yeah. So if my little tiny corner of the interwebs is a tad quiet this week, you'll know why. I'm just out there in the work a day world, kicking ass, taking names, and occasionally channeling Liz Lemon.