Then, the kids had a million freaking mini issues that aren't really issues, but they think they are. From finding something to wear to hating their hair. (It was the girls, as always).
On top of that I find myself wondering why the hell I'm living over here anyway.
Now, it's 2:08 a.m. and I cannot sleep. Monday I go back to work. I think getting back to my normal routine will make me feel better. I really feel down right now! Not a good feeling. I don't like it. I need sleep 😥
Meanwhile, my husband is sleeping just fine (of course 😠).