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happy happy killjoy.

Once a year, I hate my husband's job. Once a year, I hate myself for hating my husband's job. I also have an epic woe is me day (okay, so that happens more than once a year). He's off to the games with his co-workers, cheering the Minnesota Twins on in PERFECT baseball weather. I wouldn't feel as left out if it was 105 degrees with a mix of rain and extreme humidity. Proof that I'm not 100% nice.

There are days when I wish my job had fun perks...heck, there are days when I wish there were actual co-workers, co-workers that I could go and hang out with outside of the job. Oh right, that's what date night is for. You know what I mean. Sometimes being a SAH mom isn't so glamorous. Most of the time it's not. Take today for example. 4am wakeup call from the youngest. Whining from both kids all.day.long. Problems with naps. And poop. Wow. That's a four letter word that I'm so very tired of hearing, seeing and cleaning up. Can you tell I've seen a lot of it today? Yeah. Not so glamorous.  Don't worry, I hear my own whining and I'm sick of it as well. I wish I could come up with something that would cheer me up. Maybe I'll make spaghetti for dinner and eat without counting calories. Then I can be grumpy tomorrow too...but at least I'll like my husband's job.

I'll leave you with a pic he texted me.
"Yep, I'm here"
To which I replied: Too bad they're losing. Happy happy killjoy.

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  1. Lee is staying at a nice hotel the next several nights and will most likely be eating nice meals too, I've been praying for my heart in advance! You'll have to ask me how I'm doing friday :) I'll be praying your little ones give you an extra special day tomorrow. Blessings friend!

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    1. I am so blessed to have you as a (wise!) friend. I'll be thinking and praying for you. I know from experience how difficult that can be. Hopefully our playdate will be a fun distraction for you. See you tomorrow!!

      P.S.
      Thanks for the prayers concerning the kiddos. I'll be praying the same for you. <3

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