Ok, I’ve hit the wall earlier than usual today and am now hiding inside with a pan of brownies while Tom cleans the grill, Jack shop-vacs the deck, and Oliver wails about everything we put away into the garage. “Raaaaake, sliiiiiiiide, gah-bage baaaag.” Really, it must be so hard to be 2, but really, it’s also hard to the mother in this context. Have mercy.
So thanks to Miss Flo, I am beyond wiped out and eating said pan of brownies with a spoon people. It’s that sad.
Alas, there is no cooking in my future tonight. In fact, and very sadly, we are having to raincheck dinner plans with dear friends. What is in my future is work, a glass of wine, US Weekly and bed.