The same clothes for two days straight.
Baby spit-up on my shirt.
Toddler vomit on my feet.
I'm not thin.
Emmie is sick.
Charlie is needy.
Dishes in the sink.
Piles of clean (yay) laundry that needs to be put away.
Andrew needs me.
Haven't worked out in a week, meaning no YMCA with my "mom therapy" sessions with Meagan.
And I'm pretty sure my husband is wondering why I have a crazy look in my eyes.
It hasn't been a terrible start to the week, but it hasn't been stellar, so please excuse me if I seem a little off.
Also, I'm pretty sure I painted more of my toe than my toenail the other day. Meh.