Dear Thursday Morning,
This is how I feel about you:
But I guess you're not entirely to blame...I can blame it partly on Wednesday Night as well. Or Roseola. Or lost brain cells. Or President Bush. Or pretty much anything else I can think of that shifts focus from any responsibility I need to take in it.
So here it is Thursday, you're off the hook.
1. For the fact that I hit snooze 3 times and did not get up until 7 a.m. and therefore beginning our morning at a frantic pace, I will blame Wednesday night. Wednesday night made me stay at the church until too late, and then fight bedtime & wake-up battles of epic proportions.
2. For the fact that Karis angrily threw a bowl of yogurt across the kitchen at 8:05 a.m. and commenced temper tantrum #2 of the morning thus causing us to run a little later, I will blame Roseola for afflicting her last weekend and making her think that its okay to be so miserably crabby.
3. For the fact that I forgot to put Kayla's lunch box into her back pack and thus had to bring it to her later and as a result snapped at my husband to "hurry up and get ready for our appointment", I blame lost brain cells.
4. And then for the sheer humiliation suffered at the hands of Thrower of Temper Tantrum #5 during our lunch appointment...heck...I'll blame "W" for that. Why not?
There, Thursday, don't you feel better now?