Dan walks in from work.
Me-“some sacrifices had to be made.”
Dan-😳 “uhh what?”
Me-“you have no milk for your coffee tomorrow, biscuits and gravy for dinner was more important.” 🤣🤣🤣🤷🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️
Employers in this country are a damn joke. Legit having a baby and my husband is only allowed to take 1 week off. He was told 2 in a row was fine and now all of a sudden it’s not. 🤬🤬 add stress to an already stressful ass time in my life.
1:30 am:
Dan, me and the dogs: blissfully sleeping.
Our smoke alarm: “low battery” *beep* “low battery” *beep*
Lily: full blown panic mode.
🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️
The dogs and I are cuddling in bed, Dan gets home from work and pops his head in to make sure I’m good. The dogs don’t move a muscle or give a shit that he’s home. 🤣 this weather has them so cuddly and pathetic.