Since returning from Maternity Leave I’ve been running off my feet on a daily basis. Before you get your panties in a knot, this is not a pitty post. I work for a living, that’s my life, I accept it. But dammit, it’s trying on good days.

Today is a day for me; a mental health day; though one day will not change my mental state, it’s a start. Gawd knows, one day is not enough; more like a padded cell and a frontal lobotomy to fix this bitch.
Things have slowed at work as I am in the midst of changing positions and I decided that today, I would stay home. Alone. Do what I want for a change. And so far, I haven’t done a damn thing. Sweet and utter bliss I tell you.

Carter and I got up at normal time, I shipped him off to daycare, and here I sit. I’ve taken a leisurely shower, taken time to apply my make-up, straightened my hair… all to sit here and blog. Do I give a damn? Nope. I haven’t washed any dishes, I haven’t cleaned anything. I am sitting here on my fat ass, eating a Twix and reading blogs that I’ve been so far behind on, and it feels great. You’re so damn jealous right now; your jealous envy is oozing through my computer screen. Don’t hate the player, hate the game, beotches.

And with that, I leave you with this.

What Every Girl Should Know