The second part of the third season of Bridgerton is out now. But we’re are the part of the mini-mester where there’s a butt ton of things due on Monday, I haven’t monitored the FASD board whatsoever even though I committed to it, and there’s a test on Thursday and on and on and on it goes.
S and the kids are starting up late so I’m coping with missing them (L especially) and feeling like a crap mom even though I need my sleep to not be a monster and S stepping up to parent is exactly the right move.
Buncha hormones buncha hormones buncha hormones (like a mantra).
The sun’s been out for once in its life the last couple of days and we had a nice little monsoon last night; hail and everything. It truly helps dispel tension, I swear.
Watched Inside Out 2 last night. So much crying, but so good. We were supposed to walk to the movie theatre, but S’s gout was flaring up.
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