I feel GROSS this morning, my peeps.
(Yes, I just called you “my peeps.” I’m cool like that.)
I am kinda wavering between wanting to hurl because I’m feeling all yucky and queasy and between wanting to pass out because I’m so FREAKIN TIRED. I didn’t get to sleep until LATE. Like 11:00pm. Yes, that’s late, bite me.
I’m hoping this is just me feeling queasy because I heated up coffee from yesterday and it didn’t sit well with me. And that I’m NOT getting some sort of stomach bug the week before I go back to work. That would suck donkey ass.
I’m going to try to get motivated to shower (Trust me. That takes SEVERE motivation) and get NikkiZ out of her pajamas so I can take her by her new daycare for a visit. Of course, I have to go by her doctor’s office first because I realized her blue slip with her vaccinations on it has the wrong LAST NAME. BAH.
Maybe I’m just feeling sick at the thought of taking her to her daycare because that means we’re that much closer to the day where I go back to being a “working mom”.
And THAT sucks donkey ass.