These weeks have left me feeling completely drained, have you been feeling the same? After a couple hours of breakfast, bed-making, dishwashing, email checking, shirt-changing…..and changing again, I’m ready to call it quits—is it time for bed yet?
Not for another 8 hours?
Jeez Louise, I’m not going to make it.
Is this what being a grown-ass woman is all about?! ‘Cause I’m pretty sure in my 20’s I thought it was about having tropical cocktails at happy hour and then a glorious dinner followed by maybe some dancing at the club then doing it all over again the next night. Now I can’t even imagine doing that…..I can barely stay up ’til 9:30.
Louisa asked me the other day why I never wear my high heels and I pathetically told her that I never go anywhere where heels would be considered appropriate attire. Is it wrong to join a church just so you’ll have a place to wear heels? Probably.
At least I can occasionally manage the tropical cocktail part during Casa Ramos Happy Hour, or in this case a tropical cocktail at 11am which the Professor and I drank while cleaning out the basement. Woohoo! Grown-ass woman indeed!!