Today is my birthday. On Monday. Not fair. Having one’s birthday on Monday ought to be grounds for an extra paid day off work.
Let’s see, I had a typical woking, single mom day. I dragged out of bed at 5 am…. etc, etc, I’ll spare the details.
BF had to stay in tonight. So I am alone, listening to the heater fan rattle.
I’m still sick, just can’t seem to kick whatever this is. I start to feel better and then wham, it strikes again.
And my son thinks I’m as old as dinosaurs.