And then there's this one . . . It pretty much describes my life. Tired. Hangers on the bedroom door that should have been put away. Trash can is full. Greasy hair. Haven't had a chance to shower. Bed not made. Squinty little girl getting her finger nails clipped. Asked James to please not take pictures of me and to please wait until I got Molly dressed to take pictures of her. You get the idea.
