So yesterday was the 46th anniversary of my birth, and I was greeted with the following at the breakfast table:
And greeted with this upon my return home:
Both prepared with love by my awesome kids.
So how to I repay them? By spending half of the morning yelling at them that they have no sense because they can't see the dishes that need to go into the dishwasher, are incapable of rinsing all the conditioner out of their hair, and cannot follow simple directions. AND dusting off the old "You're going to end up homeless and unemployed like your father if you don't start acting like responsible human beings!!!"
Went to work feeling like the world's worst mom.
Happy birthday to me.