Some days you’re the windshield and some days you’re the bug. It would appear that my self diagnosed “funk” is back and in full force. My house is a mess, my kid ate dry cereal for lunch, the fridge is empty, and I’m not sure that anyone in this house has clean pajamas to wear to bed tonight. I need to get myself out of this house, but fighting a toddler in the rain doesn’t always sound more appealing than Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on repeat and watching the clock for nap time.

Tomorrow I’m going on an adventure with Lucas to start our Special Wednesdays again. I need to get out of this house, even if that does mean that my toddler will be throwing a fit in public and screaming at me like I’m trying to kidnap him.

Mom problems.