It's 12:32 pm on my day off. It is not the day I had hoped and dreamed it would be.
My beloved s/o did not wake me up with a breakfast in bed or lavish me with kisses from cheek to cheek.
The twins woke early, despite being awake most of the night as well. The other boys did not arise best friends, pleasantly (and quietly) playing and SHARING with brotherly love.
S/o assumed I would get up and drive the twins to daycare (despite being my day off and who the hell wants to drive to their job on their day off, am I right or am I right?). He also assumed it's no big deal that although this is our only day off together in what feels like years (okay, maybe a week) he's going to run his errands and I'm going to run my errands (and take care of the other boys/house/picking up the twins) and ne'er the two should meet. Except maybe accidentally near or around the time of dinner (oh yes, which I should be cooking).
Life. It never seems to be what we expect it to be or what we feel it should be. Despite what we believe are our best attempts at making it so.
Instead of beauty this morning, I have greasy.
Instead of wonder this morning, I have tired.
Instead of family togetherness and love, I have a bag of pretzel m&m's.
But like they say, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.
Imma eat the shit out this bag of pretzel m&m's. Did I mention it's the one pounder?